i wish i could see a rainbow, the ends of the rainbow, the mystery, the fuss over such glaring sweet nothings. i heard a whisper barely a hint open your eyes.. i heard it again open your eyes.. *** i closed my eyes.. feel the air carousing me in, like a tornado, only more gentle. this dress hung on me like a starched suit, i didn't feel anything to this world. the routines we obliged ourselves into following the things we deem we need, small small details otherwise lost.. in this vast world. is this it all? the loss of mystery only papered over with only sleazes that hold no value..