If I were a painter,
he would definitely be my muse.
But amidst the shades
of black, gray, and blue
there wouldn't be
a color dark enough
to match the sadness
in his eyes.
Raven
Still , we don't fold. behind his closed eyes burn a sea of passion , a relentless decision to keep going , for that's all we can do.
red. the pain. the other side.