“ I could be the ceaseless mist that fogs your colourless eyes when you're lost in your universes. Moonshine Noire
“ Gray.The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmatically observing my every movement with their apathetic emptily blue-less eyes; e… Simona Panova
“ You can hide memories, suppress them, but you can’t erase the history that produced them Haruki Murakami
