i am the moon and the stars and the dark dark purple blanket night
sky. i am sickly orange streetlamp lamplight bathing the world in
hallowe'en colours. i am low flying flashing planes you mistake for
ufos in the middle of the night.
i am midnight. i am young, yet old. i am the phases of the moon. i
throw impromptu tea parties with the gremlins and the monsters of the
world. i like graveyards and skeletons and bad things. but i like
sugar spun cotton candy the colour of daybreak, too. i like sweets and
candy and delicate coral pink. i am complex.