Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

Like restricted birds in a soft blue sanctuary, with affordable luxuries stood in front of them, but with no money to pay. A beautiful exuberance painted onto a canvas of worded yellow, not pure, but white, a camouflaged pain, blissful and ignorant. Grounded up on the sky, drowning in the water of the atmosphere above.

A lemony zest, stinging and pungent. Repulsive and reclusive with a tinge of spiteful yellow.

This is, in a sense, my perspective. A book this was. You can notice a lot of things about books as they are very interesting, and this is of course without actually reading them. The spaces in between words: this particular book was being read by a family friend who I was to stay with over the course of the weekend. He had a wife, Kate, and their house was purple with plentiful in very enjoyable activities, such as Video games and plenty to watch as well. Kate was also a lush fanatic and had an extensive collection. I had a bath, 8n fact, consisting of such luxuries.
Anyway, the book itself was 'Dream Void' by Peter Hamilton.