Kabuto-Orochi

I'm just a dancing fool. You were singing along with 'Will you still love me tomorrow?' as you held me tight and my 'yes' was a sweet whisper in return. How I miss you.

...I only knew what haunted thought
Quickened his step and why,
He looked upon the garish day with such a wistful eye
The man had killed the thing he loved,
And so he had to die

For each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!

Some kill their love when they are young
And some when they are old,
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold
The kindest use a knife, because,
The dead so soon grow cold.

Some love too little, some too long
Some sell and others buy,
Some do the deed with many tears;
Some without a sigh
For each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does not die.

(Oscar Wilde - Ballad of Reading Gaol)

Anyhow, I consider myself an artist. An unfortunately pedantic artist. I can't bear showing my work unless I think it is good enough to be shown. Hence the lack of art in my gallery. I'm a pencil artist, I enjoy details. I'm also not that bad a writer, who thinks too much and says too little.

Lovely to meet you.