Der Autor über sich
Twisting the pen between her pale fingers, her thoughts were full of the painting she was about to create. In a hidden corner of twining thought-constructions echoed the sweet melody of a song that was about to disperse on the lovely emptiness of a blank sheet of paper. It was a melody she had never really listened to. This song was a story about life, was greater than life itself. It was the noteless glimpse of a shootingstar. And all she could do, was surrender to this moment of pristine excellence, surrender to this unpredictable thing called life.
Geschichten, die der Autor geschrieben hat:
