Status: I can be you, you can be all.
A Black Tea
Mirror
Looking at the mirror, I cry out and turn to the kitchen. Nilu is not there. I step downstairs for help but noone is found. The grass looks black when I rub the palm in it. I stand up as soon as I can and run to the bathroom.
I scrub my face but fail to change the colour. My eyes are looking like little white circles centering a black in endless black. Looking at the eyes, I realize every eyeball is touched by white border. This white layer makes visible each black drop of my life.
I scrub my face but fail to change the colour. My eyes are looking like little white circles centering a black in endless black. Looking at the eyes, I realize every eyeball is touched by white border. This white layer makes visible each black drop of my life.