Pastels of orange and gray colors make options critical to the illusions in LA.
This boring substance silenced my vice.
Along came brighter light hovering into my eyes.
I saw through the wave, and the storm bends to fade.
I fell into the rave.
I heard the city sigh in vain.
Inspired by its mountain face.
I fell into the fate. The fall of evil yells invade.
In spite of all the bravery made.
I'm in a dampen phase. The fad of life takes flight again. I'm sober?
That's insane!
We're all drunk for the maimed.
There's something in my eye, and it's generously tied under beauty's fling where there's no suffering.
I've been lifted from the prey.
I've been learning how to tolerate this swollen tangled life we've made.
There are so many words to say to describe the colors orange and gray. It's hard to say the world is sane.
I saw through the wave.