rain and fog so it's hard to tell what time of the day it is
stone; stone-cold; damp and ancient; if walls could speak, what stories they would not dare tell
messy dark hair curling up in the damp
black coat, white collar: sharp bright cutting edge
fragile fingers holding a cigarette or possibly a slim knife
exposed: wet skin, pale, translucent, with something else living within
unbuttoned but tied
bitter afterburn
smoky breath, if any
forever autumn
creatures of the night...
avast, you #-)

Tags: fh, mine
mood: crazy
sound: Muse - Endlessly

today held me in soft and warm grey palms in the morning. with just a hint of water in the air. it was so surreal and gentle, dusk at dawn, a glimpse of proper perfect autumn...
it tempted me through the working hours with its breezes, just that bit too fresh to be serene.
and then the winds cut in.
howling in the night now. not to mention rain...
ill-tempered weather for ill-tempered people '-)
so I shut it out and got down, to the place where men meet themselves...

( From Hell. and back. maybe. )

Tags: fh
mood: weird
sound: A-HA - Velvet