Red And Blues

"What if I told you and gave you a quivering piece of my heart, would you keep on asking that question? A question that no one has thought of asking? Will that make any difference?"

Travis quietly spoke to himself whilst his eyes were nervously staring at the drawing of David's face, which he had made just a few hours ago, at 02:30 a.m when he wasn't able to sleep or he could say, his periodic inability to sleep began again.

His veiny, sweaty hands shuddered uncontrollably, making the A4 tremble in his unsteady grip. His wet, red lips rumbled with passion, uncertainty waving in the air that escaped from his mouth. Words hid in the cold midst of the shadows, right in the pointy depths of his throat. There was an aura of hopelessness hanging in the air around him, terribly breaking his faith into tiny pieces that he was discouraged to pick up.

There again — his brain was captured and put hostage by a mountain of unanswered questions and rootless thoughts that quickly made the hairs o