A Soul as Cold as Frost

The most vile and wicked souls are painted red," he informed me. I wasn't sure if he was joking. "Though, some would say green is just as bad," he added a moment later, and I grunted. "What's your favourite colour then?" I tried? He thought about it, but not for long. "Black." Of course.

Blink twice and chase the train!

A lover of tea and books and speed

Liquid chocolate, melted onto my tongue, running into all the crevices and bursting into a rainbow of flavors. Dark chocolate beans with sweet spces, hence the sugary, orange, and creamy licorice.

Ignore the noise, Trite. When the Truth calls, it's not in the manner of a giant shouting in the daylight. It's a whisper, a quiet tug on a silent night. If you aren't listening, you won't hear it.

My dear boy, the music that sings beneath our feet was not silenced. You just stopped being quiet enough to hear it.

He blinked. 'I really can't decide if your terminology is adorable or annoying.' He bit his lips and leaned forwards to rest his elbows on his knees.

Knowing isn't the same as believing,' he said. 'This needs to come from

It's the same everywhere, Trite. The Truth is still the Truth, regardless of where it land. Sometimes it falls on deaf ears, but it's always speaking. Tru to remember,' he urged again.

Don't forget what you've been told, The Truth if quiet, but it's made of gold. Take the paint and write it on your skin, An old melody that shouts from within. Quiet, can you hear the song? Creation has been singing it all along. For it knows who painted its colours, It knows who painted its colours.

Everything in the Trite world shouted. But the truth... I was pretty sure it whispered.

There was a part of me that still resented him for everything that was happening.

Because even though I sat in a room crowded with relatives