Sometimes the world just isn’t enough. Sometimes even the longest moments are too short.
Sometimes it takes a whole lot of love for someone to be happy, other times just a handful of peanuts.
And once the metaphors have run out and even genuine words just won’t do the trick anymore we sit in silence, watching the water slowly turn black.
Why is it that on this planet of colours the best things always happen in the dark?
Maybe the thing we call happiness is nocturnal.
Or maybe we just sleep too long.