We live our life one color at a time. Sometimes dark, sometimes bright. People like us see all colors, except people like us don't like the bright colors. Why? Why do we do that? We want to feel the bright colors on our skin, we want to watch them dance in front of our eyes. Comfort. Yes, comfort is why. We feel comfort in the dark. Since the moon till now. We go back to the times were dark was the only light, where sweet dreams are nightmares, and stars in the sky were just hateful words. So just go to sleep, close your eyes. Think of broken lullabies. The stars reflecting tears, your wings torn. So come strangers, who are buried in our heart, lets hide in the dark. We don't want to feel the light, because in the light we see the darkness and fear we're trying to hide. So come strangers, let us sleep in the dark. Where we know we're alive, inside our hearts.
