I am part of the texture...
Texture
Fading Colors and Street Names
Moments held in waning frames, fading colors and street names...
Nearly Blown Out By the Wind
All this has just been a dream, all just a melancholic scene...
Just Fading
Our remnants cling desperately to that tree To see one more winter turn into spring Scars cling to life that once killed me Never quite gone, it's always just fading Carve
December Rose 