Tempted to write about love, I try not to. You won't understand it, so I will not explain that to you. My dark side takes me to unknown paths. Darkness is what composes the melody of my ''self''. Myself, an egocentric petty walking thing. I resist, but sarcasm takes control over me. I no longer see. Blindness is ignorance and that, as we all know, is bliss. My last wish: a kiss. Ready to depart. Please bury my hypocrisy in Monmartre. I must go, é tarde.