Our dreams; cynical, ever changing. A fairy tale. A harmony, crafted with impeccable resilience. Once inside a beach house, suddenly inside a butcher’s vain. Our love in rhythm in parade, in every struggle on stratosphere. A rusted train through the oozing stars.
Conflicting money, a villa, a rollce royace. Bikini models feeding grapes, warm skin, honey lips. A body of arts. A middle aged painting. Butler in white uniforms running through corridors with their blues in mind. Money; this beautiful world; money.
And a violin player in a suffocating metro. Some drunk nostalgia. An unknown smile, a crooked eye. A murder with a sharp fountain pen. Utopia of the rain drops on balcony. A questionable mango. Unfulfilled kisses and sexual dissatisfactions. Holding hands and firing guns.
Paint away a road little girl paint away,every drops of your colours are pouring down. Make them fly through the horizon and beyond.