A lack of colour in chaotic K.D.

A single man he roams,
The crowded streets of kitsch.
With yet a heavier heart,
He dives into the dark.
Above the pretentions and the gaiety,
His mind does start to ponder:
The need for closeness and familiarity,
As distance makes his heart grow fonder...

12:15 am, 30th October 2008
HCC, post-K.D. wanderings...