Two stories in one

In a color squared block of shredded trees, my eyes peeled to an attraction lodged in front of liquid glass, my universe is completely content, in state of bliss.

Sitting, gazing, studying space; the music is in her.

Cheeks flushed and voice cracked, smiling in too many direction. Uncertainty streaming from vocalizing symphony-toss for clarity and missing every smooth blue reflection

I'm alone and contradicted; who's playing games? Fuck, i just realized how crazy that sounds!

Calling all warmth, drowning in fantasies; at least I'm out!

Shameless reason of anti-deserted patheticness. These are memories I'm making.

That was a day ago

And this is right now.