It was my skin understanding colour.
In the purple black-light everything was luminous: the things that would be and all the things that should. Minds were luminous. In the dark fantasy of colours to light up the night, we were all unleashing meaningless doodles on each other.
Methinks the majority hadn't a thought about intensity. Oh no.
But then there were those for whom it mattered not what graffiti was poured forth as much as how the urge to use the paint took over.
The trickles of phosphorescence were everywhere. Everyone was a little less mortal and a little more celestial; like some strange deity of a frigid land of night.
I had wings too.
Glowing wings.
And with each smudge of paint that I smeared on myself my eager skin was trying to learn the lure of feeling sights.
In the purple black-light everything was luminous: the things that would be and all the things that should. Minds were luminous. In the dark fantasy of colours to light up the night, we were all unleashing meaningless doodles on each other.
Methinks the majority hadn't a thought about intensity. Oh no.
But then there were those for whom it mattered not what graffiti was poured forth as much as how the urge to use the paint took over.
The trickles of phosphorescence were everywhere. Everyone was a little less mortal and a little more celestial; like some strange deity of a frigid land of night.
I had wings too.
Glowing wings.
And with each smudge of paint that I smeared on myself my eager skin was trying to learn the lure of feeling sights.
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