Touch of White

Stay close to the nightfall. Drop the tears one by one, in the silent of this broken heart. Know the story of humanity since the beginning of hate. It’s a hell painted in white and written in red. The truth about love lies in the back of revenge, and the face of anger is in fact an overdose of passion. Let me be simple. We don’t know how to use words to describe the world. We don’t know how to do it. Our vision set the rules, our eyes command our mind, and they are the toys of society. Feelings are impossible to write down. These lines are lies and compulsive imagination. Just shut up and listen the night. The silence is a utopia. Peace is a dream. And nightmares are the reflections of our fears. Let us be fearless. The reason is the reason of hypocrisy. All of us are sinners once in a while. Dear God, whoever you are, you know that. Perfection is to breathe and to love — unconditionally. Kindness is to forgive. And be human is to wake up every morning, rather rains, or the sun sparkles, and have the ability of smile and the conscience that a new day is coming.