wave songs

it's clashing...somewhere, along the horizon...

i can't tell...i don't hear it

dischord, minor, major

right there...where the yellow meets the red, then bleeds orange

hands, brush hair back from eyes...hear me

i, i still don't hear it...

panic, averted eyes...calming

oh, it's gone now. must have been the colors in your hair...

...oh...

fragility