: About Me

Colours and Colours and Colours. In the light of moon there rested the meaning of life. And a star. And Pandora's Box. With her illusive purple eyes, she sank into mine, and spoke. Lequel aimeriez-vous? I couldn't bear to look at her. Je ne sais pas. My broken eyes opened up; I was on the black grass of my garden shivering in the cold frost. Somewhere a clock tower sang three a.m. Somewhere I knew why. I fell back inside the house where I hid, until the grey shadow of morning sulked through my window. * When I finally woke, the end of morning dawned. I pressed a yellow mug of thick, intoxi...