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So many of us get caught up in the destination, rather than the adventure.

Witches gather at night, performing their various deals of fright.

Sadness always trumps anger, simply for the reason that sadness is eternal, constantly flowing like the waves.

The ash fallen purifies all unkempt.

Grey isn’t just a color, it’s an emotion.

The color green is a metaphor in itself.

Maybe we all have black hearts, tinted with rose.

Why are you so blue?

You can always find me, lost in the lines I drew on your back.

The waves always remind me of how our minds truly work.