if you write about a character; you give him a soul out of a single memory that belongs to you . then, you draw his questionable vices, a couple of them ... then, you paint his appetites following a dark sequence of words .. you make him, immoral ... beautiful and imperfect .
like a fucked up vodoo spell gone really really wrong .
a colored dusk ... & a sweet lullaby out of a child's nursery rhyme... then ... you throw him alone into the world . & you don't say a thing to him .. not a thing .. you just watch him go ...
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