subject: writing the unwritten.
time: 2:44am
music: wouldnt it be nice - beach boys.
mood: o-k.

[write] how do you perfect a picture of picture perfect when you don't know what's supposed to be in it? everything but everything and everything my muses; bright whirls of colours and colours and colours. and colours will melt to make pictures of photos of pictures of unwritten memories of us. search for the star now only dimly lit. and know, lightyears away, waiting forever, lost n' found only in eternal infinite pure whiteness. an abyss of bliss. till then, now and then i imagine you on the highrise, furiously painting the northern sky line, reverie on the sole of your magic fingertips; silence in overture n' everything in between and oh. but if only those moments would come; then i shall once again be convinced of a pretty world, a beautiful place. sunset n' icecream where... ..stands between us is nothing but air and rainbows painted across our joint hearts. wriggle burry our toes in warm white sand and listen to the waves crash into our palms. scribbled destinies. read our future n' live/love happily ever after. [unwritten].