Saturday, September 3, 2011

Velvety Darkness

Every time my head fills in the hollow cast into my pillow by nightly travels, it's like a curtain gets cut loose. Lids they creep shut, pushing out light until a rich darkness penetrated only by the colors of my thoughts is all that remains. I like goth because in my mind it's more even than a mood or a feeling. It's texture. A tapestry of textures that flicker from deep velvet to slippery satin. The words that build the mood they too have colors, deep reds and burgundy and midnight blue, and if you could touch them they would have these brilliant textures that vibrate under your fingertips and wash over your knuckles and the surrounding skin.

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