Guitar strumming a lonely tune as you close the venetian blinds. The light was blinding my sight, now it is the darkness that has the same effect. DESOLUTE. The graph is sloping negatively, gravity taking its toll. Dullness has now reached the face. It scars the once beautiful, once ebullient youthful, err; childlike countenance. You were there to open the blinds. Now you disappear in the oblivion. I seek another hero, or just a ticket to another destination. Done with this town!
Closing the blinds for good.
