>>> Somewhat at peace...

The violet pain has ended, the scarlet anger has subsided, the dark onyx sadness has lifted and a little ray of gold has cut through the grey clouds of gloom & misery. Now, to keep that ray alive so it will spread across the fields enshrouded in the mottled shadows in a blaze of a molten golden sunrise and to find a way to clear the static pattern of pixelated blacks and whites of confusion that makes patches of the overcast sky, to repaint them in the brilliant hues of a royal blue. Confusion caused by one girl in particular, who has ceased any form of discourse and conversation with me for over a week, and the reasons behind the cessation.

*sighs sadly*

But things change, in time, and the colours are laid over what was before as feelings and thoughts change.

While we're talking about colour, I'v realised that my ka will never return to its original pristine colour of polished jade. It feels more like it's been striated with veins of crimson and obsidian. The effects of the world we reside in; all the anger, frustration, sadness, bleak depression and jaded cynicism that make up the darker colours of negative emotions that seep in and infectiously infest one's inner being.

But, I think music and art helps keep it at bay, I think, or perhaps slow it down somewhat, injecting brighter colours of purple, blues, greens, oranges and yellows through their vibe and feel.

Our souls are usually a riot of colour after the lives we live, I believe, a veritable spectrum and rainbow of hues, shades and textures.

And right now, the melodies, rhythms, tunes and grooves of Jimmy Eat World's 23, The Moffats' Misery, Lady Antebellum's I Need You Now, Yellowcard's Only One and The Devil Wears Prada's Louder Than Thunder are wafting, floating, soaring and blasting along the airwaves as I type out this in a light black script on a blindingly white screen. There is no real reason for this mix of music since they were placed within a playlist of sheer randomness. But they do weave a beautiful tapestry with their vibes, colours, feelings and images that are absorbed by one's spirit.

But, perhaps, there's a deeper meaning within them all.

Or perhaps I think, and imagine, too much and beyond the norm?

*shrugs nonchalantly*

Everything will be okay.

And I'll be fine.

So will you.

... as my volcanic heart slumbers in nightfall's shadow.