somewhere out there

I recently poisoned my world; tainted it red. and half the time its a psychedelic whirl of colours that don't stop spinning. there's voices which tell me things: whispering into my ear the spray of the ocean and the wind of the desert. but it is the full paranoma of the clear night sky which is painted the most realistically. where we all sit on our little grassy knolls, waiting for that shooting star that never comes.

what is the colour of your rainbow?