And perhaps, like Van Gogh, Brad will remove part of his left ear after a fit of paranoia...will Snap beat Kim...will Kim beat Snap...who said that...you talkin to me...
Starry starry night
paint your palette blue and grey
look out on a summer's day
with eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils
catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colors on the snowy linen land.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how
perhaps they'll listen now.
Kay