In the gushing of his dreams, he strummed the breeze, calming the dark nights from the loud whispers of pain.
Muted hearts and cotton candy skies, awaiting the sweet summer rain in the silence of midnight whispers, to shout before the sunset ends.
Maybe we could talk about dreams, goals, life, or causes you fight for, or how you sleep the frustrations away—but you're a cat.
Charcoal forts of tall clouds on the horizon, a star awaits the day.
Sorrowful abode of muffled voices dispirited of its silent thoughts.
Still and tranquil, the night deepened.
Hand-painted skies, canvas in deep sapphire, amber etched by the horizon, a panorama of darkness.