CardBoard Reflection

The warmth of fire and white Liquid

The violence, the silence, the calm is too loud!

Losing myself in between a rig and a cloud. familiar cries bress in my head!

Question: the reason as I lie on my concrete bed, the gutter afforeds me an interesting view!

The pale grey isn't as dull, now a new vibrant hew. By comparison within futile obsession,

Cardboard and Silk are a minor reflection!