it was a bright day in orange with cheerful withering leaves and a sense of emotional calm. And there I was, laying on the couch, admiring the beauty in all its charm and yet, too lazy to further the voice. The voice of motion. Therein, lay my admirations, ambitions and essences, all in one place, the Outside. Too delusional was I to think that it would be true, hours after which I was to discover something new, that would put the dreamy palette on hold.
It was visible for all to see, for it was the curtains through which one peeks.