"In a mediocre melodramatic landscape of grey tones void of passion or sensuality our soul grows stagnant. Neglected we are plagued with emotional atrophy, lifeless as a corpse ready for the casket. Starved to death on a diet of cloned experiences and false force fed interactions. Afraid to embrace the raw emotion running hot and pure as lightning through our viens. Slipping away unaware the simple bonfires of the soul that could have been an inferno." - Raven Lunatic
Steam rolls off the rim of a fresh cup of coffee on the table in front of me. Fresh ground roast fills my nostrils as the ceramic vessel tilts it's contents beyond open lips to warm my mouth. I sit a compliant prisoner of an unplanned downpour. This quaint red cafe awning has become a welcoming sanctuary from the drips and drizzle.
Overhead neon signs illuminate the world with a barrage of rainbow paletted brilliance. Racing streams course along the high curbs and poorly maintained cobblestone to form a micro city. Currents of radiant liquid byways exploding with bustling life. Small scraps of paper become a taxi service for daring ants waiting patiently to reach safe harbor. Blades of grass held tight to block the downward onslaught of droplets. A poor overturned beetle passes the make shift ant barge. regardless of his flailing arms it races away in a boat made of iridescent shell.