It can sometimes feel like the fire is going out. Run down. Lost. The world has no passion or color left in it. It's all been worn down by cynicism, nihilism, stoicism and apathy. We're afraid to feel. Afraid to fall in love. Afraid of vulnerability. And so our humanity is seen as a liability and our emotions seen as faults. But, if you ask me, that just ain't right... Luminous Threads Dead set on moving to sunset Shadows inset and moving under covers Bleeding colors out into