There was this look that shone of Black.
This aura concieved by darkness.
This mystery that belong to you.
Those eyes that shot rays of depht.

Painted anonymity, but still I know what I saw.
Painted wonder, it was all expressionism and impressionism.
I know.
For once, I know.
You.

Inspirations from other directions, always and never, and bothers me in my concentration, hard to write, hard to type, hard to think, can only feel.

Talking
Talking
Talking
Be quiet Please. Listen to me, what I tell you three times is true.
Silence is bliss
Silence is bliss
Silence is bliss.

it\'s all art. You and silence and noise and you

not FGISM, but love



Only Love