Supernova
On my feet running pass time and space, I stop to listen to the chatter of a radioshow and smell the rosy kisses of perfume that wharf through the veil of the night. Send angels, show me your footprints in the sand, have you left the world behind? The tranquil vision that awaits, the peace that is yet to come amidst the violence and the storm. The blood that paints the soil and gives life to the living stain the very walls and yearns to saranate you with it's tale. Another soul kisses the pale cream feathery pillow and sigh a soft sigh. Peaceful, as one drifts into the unknown. Is there anything out there when you kiss the sky and embrace the sun? A beautiful thing, that sweet sweet soft serenity that echos from the very pores of their skin. Pouring out like supernova, and fading into the twilight.