my heart and
your heart. my soul
and your soul.
the invisible string
between us. the connection
we could never see. or can we
see it, perhaps?
some say it's red. i say
it's the whole spectre. the
spectre of emotions and
memories as colorful as
the rainbow.
but sometimes, i say it's
black. or gray. no emotions.
and then i wish, oh how
i wish, that the string could
break.
