Living life as a contradiction.

Marigold tinted straight lines flowed into my room through the thin curtains, staining everything it touched with a light yellow tint. My dark chocolate hair turned into a sandy brown under its warm glow but my eyes just turned darker.
Drawing back the curtains and facing the world taken in sepia, I filled my lungs with the crisp morning air and gushed them all out in one breathe, making me choke on the dryness it had left behind, making me choke on all of the bottled up sadness in the centre of my chest.
"You said that tomorrow would be better. Why are promises always broken so fast?"

I shall not use any vulgar from now on. Yes. I swear. Throw away all of the vulgaric vulgar words. Throw them all into the nearest bin~ there are many in singapore after all ;D xDxD