the years of isolation had made him quite weak
So he took out some paper and scrawled with a pen:
"I'm possessed by this house and can never leave it again."
You could say I've run out of ideas
You could say the weather has made me depressed
You could say Im lazy
You could say everyone has died
You could say I have nothing good to talk about
You could say I lack inspiration
You could say I never take photos anymore
You could say I never draw anymore
You could say a lot
You could say these are all true
There is only one good thing about winterThat is the leafless trees
Everything apears dead in winter
but isn't that what it does to us too?
They are like skeletons all lined up side by side
carcases against a white backdrop
Like paper
There is no life
Just skeletons in the white snow
Its all very fascinating
- Lexx