15 Sep. 2008
I wish I had nine lives, I would’ve given you eight, and kept one for me…
But all I have is this sorrowful one… Would you take this one and set me free…
3 years 2 months and 13 days…
Colours have died and sight is withering since the parting of light; colourblind I wander through the grey, stuck between them two worlds, the white of joy, and the black of eternal rest… Only you can save what’s left of me, just choose your colour, and give in a proof… a proof of life… or a proof of death… and don’t you worry, as it would barely make a difference anyway… as all I need is a one-word answer…