October is in. It's silver, in the air-- REALLY. Time for swirling around, but too many blood cells forgotten in the meantime. And the colours warming me up.
Can't believe I lost September
I was wondering the other day - do demons exist?
[Private to Self]
Bereft of it, never knew it would come so close to me one day - lost in the meandering afternoons, tangled in the sparkling webs of illusions, delusions: WHAT ELSE? I think, I think I--
Creeping out of my bed, (I think I'm sick) I heard a sound-- startled, I thought: Who? and I've no ophicleides to steal!. But it was merely Kir, wandering around with his guitar. I thought he'd gone somewhere. I hadn't heard from him for so long. Locked up in the different parts of the house.
It's all coming back to how it was before.
Can I break now? Does... does anyone break? Care?
but i dont think i care anymore SHHHHHH!
[Private to Self]
We have to do something.