joi, 17 martie 2011
Give Me Black
While I in awe at the full blown coming of spring, quite grateful for being able to go outside without looking like the Onion Woman, I can't stop the predictable regression to all things black. It may be the need to grasp on to some safety during the course of an unstable moment of my life or just the first feverish days of an ongoing cold. Whatever it may be it's quite solid and as sure as Zed Being Dead.