Blissful.. Dreamless Sleep
Trying out some new, randomly thought of descriptors... I may have made up a couple words.
The drums beating at my brain like rain onto a window, soft yet stabbing into the silence of these 3 rooms. One, a mall filled with clown faces, false expressions of undying love and the bogus perkiness to be compared with that of a young pup. Two, a room of eccentricies and sunshine brightness. the innocence of a newborn child, in the arms of her mother with the bliss-filled eyes and haggard expression. the shadows behi...
