Its dark and its been long. Its cold and they'll all be gone. I don't intend to rhyme, but things will soon change and then my words will all fall into place, and we'll remember each and every and each thing we spoke about last evening. Memories will resemble stardust. The music will be gone, the party will be over. Time will be far too less, people far too many for us to get back together, fighting the crowd. Maybe on a busy lane, or a narrow street, maybe in a workplace buzzing with all sorts of people or at a reunion years later, I'll see you all again, and I'll know precisely why I wanted to freeze these days as an 18 year old back then. Fast-rewinding to the present, I can only wait to be transported into the future. We have too many things and we have to bring them all to life. We have too many dreams and we will never let them die. I promise. For all those times we'v made us feel like we were the best ones around, knowing very well that it isn't true, all I can do is capture a million photographs and make a mention of us here.
I bought a ticket to the rainbow and we shall glide along, the air sweet, the sky purple, the stars sprinkled all over...black and white, with shades of every beautiful colour ever.