Dribble

[grauwulf]

black satin sheets of night consume the melencoly. soft, cool and comforting the consuming lack of colour shields the soul from the pain of the heart, The world seems so far away just befor the light of the morn. so distant and surreal. weightless and unassuming the light carries the heavy burdon of a stark truth of life. then with the flick of a stainless switch, the soft down of colourless comfort is returned, an everlasting biday of protection from reality. I love black satin, it never seems to stain...