"Bohemian Life"
A layer of dust covers the landing on my window as gypsy coloured candle lights play with the the shadows. Dusk has fallen.
David Bowie croons his latest ablum over speakers nicked from an ex boyfriend who's name shall never be brought up in memory again. Well... perhapes once or twice.
Books on the occult and magick lie scattered about the carpeted room. God I hate the carpet. It's old and it never seems to be clean no matter how much i try to clean it.
The rain cleared up, some what, the air and my mood, as I contemplate my next move.
Life is a game of chess, but you didn't need me to tell you that.