take the pen as your world the paper your blank canvas red,black,and blues so common on such fragile paper.lost outside..locked inside, the thought of being so cold hearted but yet so loving.as we all struggle to survive and make even the saddest moments  put a smile on our faces.sleepless nights whether anxiety or fear took over.such wonders. ( Read more... )

is ur accurate interpretion of your pathetically unclear and dismally vague description of what you THINK you want...