Perpetual loss demonstrated in silence. People love these whispered breaths, Gliding over silent hills, a sigh of summer breeze. But today I walk away. Persistent absurdities are in chaos within me. I will let my mask tear apart, Scream till my lungs give up. Art a strange dance to my eight stars. Paint the wildest dreams in my mind. An epitome to endow this world full of scars. ~gingerbread (Words used: chaos, art.)