0 %, so give me your hand.

I think I'm on the verge of losing myself. I feel incomplete, uncontented,

unfulfilled and unworthy.

I saw you just the other day. With her. You looked happy &......

Yeah, complete.

Haha, i can't even think of that particular word because it isn't

vital to me.

Doesn't exist in my world; filled with paths, burns and marks.

What type of world is that? Heee, I should know since I'm the great creator.

"Great cretor"! Haha, the words keep reverbrating in my mind, changing

rhythms, turning itself backwards, which at my surprise is much more pleasant

than forward. It kinda hides the meaning, message & omen.

Listen to me! I sound like a mad woman strolling down the empty streets talking to myself.

Well, the fact is I am a mad woman.

I once had a life, you know. Filled & nourished with laughter, joy and love.

But for some reason I can't record or reminise that life I had.

Have I finally broken the code? Escaped from the wheal of life?

Finally reached my destination nirvana? What about my soul?

"What soul?" said his voice with a hint of void.

His eyes flickered from left to right.

The tension around him immersed.

What soul, he asks.

He, of all people, should know the answer to that. My soul is obsessed by him.

Left, right, up, down, center, corner, vertical, horisontal.

Make up your mind! Where to you want to lay your eyes?

On her. On her.....

Breath slowly.

What soul. What soul. What does it mean anyway?

Turn. Look at her. Her radiant skin.

Stop!

Don't you dare touch her. You have possessed her soul.

What soul?

Look at her face. There lays her soul. Search for the blues and reds.

It was when he reached for her face. His could feel his blood rushing through his veins.

He layed his hands on her face. The sight of her made him

tense.

He couldn't stand the thought of letting go.

He couldn't stand the thought of her not looking at him.

He drew her face closer to his. Her eyes got bigger. She looked so angelic.

She touched his face with her index finger

tracing his jaw line, moist lips and ears.

He couldn't stand the thought of her stopping.

He could stand the thought of her singing in the wind.

She run finger down to his thighs.

He knew what she was about to do.

The undisclosed desires in his heart were about to stream down to his "Cape Town".

She gently rubbed her hands against his manhood

in circular motions.

He couldn't stand the thought of her retreating.

He couldn't stand the thought of him breaking down.

As she showed the love of her life

what she meant with "neutral star collision is more like looking at your face",

she realised this was the end of it all.

Her motions got deeper and faster.

Retreat. Approach. Gentleness. Adoration.

His vibrated higher and higher.

Signs. Bliss. Fireworks. Devotion.

And to top it all off,

she burnt him with her cigarette.

After all, she is a mad woman.

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Date of birth

07 - 02 - 10

black panther