the colors of life

leaving you behind

i can't quite put my finger on it.. but i'm lacking inspiration. i'm in need of a muse to whimsically take me away into a land not devoid of imagination and free-spirit, a land where my mind can roam..

where's the love, now?

funny how things change, isn't it? one moment, you're in the throws of love, the next you're at homicidal levels with homicidal tendencies..