Black is not sad. Bright colors are what depresses me. They're so... empty. Black is poetic. How do you imagine a poet? In a bright yellow jacket? Probably not.
Ann Demeulemeester



                                      Sentence so sweet
                                     Not Bitter, Not sour
                                        Death like sleep
                                    most silent this hour


                                            Your not me
                              Hair and eyes, light as day
                                            Your not me
                                         A soft light sway
                                            Your not me
                                   Locked you may stay
                                            Your not me
                             A final prayer may your pray