"Temptation. Self-Infection. Has a deadly hold of me. Melancholy.
Alike the latter. A lone knight of my own wooden,
round table. What pleasures do misery and chaos hold inside! Tiny, little
rebellious creature is a fierce enemy now. Worry not...."In Morning Mood A Utopia-Revelation "Some autumn morning. Some drops of water to reach the earth. And there was I. Enraptured, bewildered evermore. Shattered utterances that never caught ears. At tedious lenght utopias grow - still...." |