colour with a side of dust bits of pink splashes of blue senses of sea the steady chaos of crossing streets and calm swerving lines like...

"hati boussa" you said, and placed a kiss on each cheek soft with a smile "hati boussa" you said and placed a kiss on each cheek ...

i suppose if i'm going to leave you i'd rather be sad to miss you than glad to be rid of you... the tears fall either way, but now...