There's a story inside of me. Its colours have been dancing behind my eyelids. A white that is teeming with life, electric and pure. A venomous purple, deep and abyss like.
Its odd isn't it? To express such things with personified colours.
Night falls on the city and the streets carry the scent of gunpoweder like the breath of a curse.
(Carlos Ruiz Zafon, The Angel's Game)
This was a line that I reread many times. It was an opening line for a story within a story. Beautiful right? The story within me stirred with it too.
