He an act.
Naked on body, paint on the wall.
Troubled by the idea
of a man in a black suit
white
tie
and
a moment of
soft

a smile.

In a soft timbre of colors.
She slept.

Same, so same.
People.

In a flat.

Disguised as a joke.
Always.

In a alone.

I am afraid, I can't be
there.

How can a man be.
If he never loved.

What will it be.
Will You cry or scream.

White and Black.

From the other side, I tasted the
long overdue smile.

A simple yet
so difficult feeling.

To be or
not to be.

Word after
word,
after word,

is power.


I do not agree.

A kid. - No one spoke a little.

Sha Sha Shhh.

I want to be like a guy with a green.
Green cloak and the gray hairs.

Sometimes I.
Feel.

Not myself.

Shala lalala la la.

The quiet voice, single hand.

And a ring, that was black.

His legs twisted, his fingers clicked.
His eyes were green.

Tardis took a leap. And a man fell.
He grasped the handle. Touched the console. And screamed.
Geronimo.

I am inpatient.

You always are - The voices. -

Clever boy ...

I am not clever, only a touch of idea grasped his memory.

You clever boy.

Die ! Die ! Die ! - The wasp -

Sometimes, You need to take life in your hands, you astounding pretty girl. - The Doctor -

I want to be brave - A memory -

I want to be ...
I don't want to.

I can't give You much. Because I myself am nothing. - Clara -

The tardis signal turned red.

The whole console room became black and red.

It can't.

Oh yes it can Doctor.

Doctor? Who.