I dream of you in colors never seen before. I picture you in nonexistent shades. In this world I've created for you neither red, white or blue exist, they're too plain for you. I'll paint you portraits while these new instruments play for you. Masterpiece, you're absolutely beautiful. These words I speak belong solely to you. They're earnest and true. Transparent and self explanatory. I beg you cherish every syllable.
YOU ARE READING
The Journal Of The Nameless And Faceless
Non-FictionThis is my journal, a slightly egotistical, self centered, loving, faceless and nameless guy.
