Writers Jam

I feel the primitive azures of the land and wailing crimsons of the skies. I can feel the hatred in her crimson heart that spread waves of love across seasons, decades, centuries, eons. A kind of love that burns through the core of the sun. The arcane flames that can only be understood by the single act of wanting destruction across the whole universe. A universe that poisons every moment of her existence. I flow through the azures and the ultramarine depths but never through the transparent hues that could unite us both for one moment in an undescribable forever and more.