Me, sometimes too slow sometimes raring to go. And you? like a ray of sunshine that walked into my room, Oh! my room full of my lonely tumbled gloom.
Like a star that lost her moon, like these rains that makes frozen doors, inside my caged rooms. I always saw myself, mostly through the window, of my dark uneven mind. Many of those characters I made in my narratives could have been me! But were never me for a reason. Oh! did you ever know that my beautiful silent vamp?
I usually sit down in my room unsparing my mind, body and soul sometimes in relentless pain, but that was a story lost long back. Now, in rosy curvy overture you need to wake me up with a sweet little pen lamp! Read my vulpine runes which I pen late nights and then wake me up to my own chorus tunes! Also please use my mystic crafty hands, to give fire to your words everywhere you wish to write! But then again let me ask with my mystic cryptic voice where were you all this while? Oh! my invisible little pen lamp.