For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror

A swig of it and a brush stroke, diluting a bit of colour - yours or mine. In a fix dipped into myself blurred eyes blurred you and a little bit of thinner colourful, but not us.

Undecided, I stood on the edge of the pavement. Uninterrupted, fought the battle ,with, reason . Undisturbed, though,seemed the noise of traffic. Unclouded, were those beams of light,passing through me into oblivion. Undiluted, still was the bitter aftertaste of life. And unknown, the destination, I was headed for, when I stepped into the traffic.