November rain

From ✖ ToXic Noir ✖

It's kinda dramatic quoting such things, I know, but while I was sitting enjoining the rain, my mind summoned up this words:

"I know it's hard to keep an open heart
When even friends seem out to harm you
But if you could heal a broken heart
Wouldn't time be out to charm you

Sometimes I need some time...on my own
Sometimes I need some time...all alone
Everybody needs some time... on their own
Don't you know you need some time...all alone

And when your fears subside
And shadows still remain
I know that you can love me
When there's no one left to blame
So never mind the darkness
We still can find a way
Nothin' lasts forever
Even cold November rain."

Yes, that one of Guns 'n' Roses.
Tonight a DJ was spinning in Haven -Acacia Bellios should be her name- and she has been so kind to accept my request playing it. It was just like listening echoes of my past resounding against metallic walls, deep and vibrant... but the sensation faded away as the track ended. No clues, no new information acquired. Noone in the city knew me before I reached Toxia in June. I'm starting to believe that I'm not born here.

I wonder anyway if something bad happened in my past while was raining.

Rain

From To✖ic Noir ✖

This has been the Toxia's welcome home. As if this City knew of my unspeakable joy.

The hollow rumble of the clouds slowly rolls against the metal-gray sky, the hypnotizing pelting rain drops caressing my skin with its gentle touch.

I stand with my eyes closed, inhaling the scent of the wet dust, a nostalgic feeling rising up from my misty memory.

It's like a spell flooding my senses, nothing is around.
Nothing but the rain.

Kishi Bleac

I can draw again now that my lenses has been repaired. Thanks to her green magic power.

Prowler

"Please say hello and welcome our newest tomcat!". Razzi is the Prowler Leader of the feline family I've the honor to belong to from today.
I'll do all my best to deserve the invitation of Chlo, the sparkling feline that had the initiative.

Thriller Night!

Shiny day

Since the day I woke up here in Toxia my only need is experience an emotion at least once a day.
More than food.
More than company.
More than anything else.
Usually I find it in little, trifling deeds; a smile, a funny joke, an amazing view, the harmony between form and contents.
All those things have the power to enlighten my dark mood like a sunbeam bursting through a cloudy day.
Today was shining.

4th July Party

Dj Dimentox

The Chapel

RaineAnne and Contessa

Toxia South

Haven

I don't adjust well to unfamiliar cities. Alien streets hold a sense of fascination; the passing crowd captures my eye as I walk down footpaths, trying not to look completely lost. I often wonder whether I'm radiating an invisible message to those I pass -"I'm not from around here"-. Maybe.
Each step down the street takes me further away from the safety of relatively familiar surroundings, further into the alien stomach of this beast.
Silence is no friend to me right now. It's not enough though - no matter what I hear, it's artificial. The television news, sounds of people talking and laughing on the street. None of them are talking to me. I'm not here.

Eventually, I find myself at an establishment, sitting on a busy city corner.
Wandering in, I find an empty stool at the bar. And realise -that I can't remember if in my life I've ever sat drinking at the bar.
Tonight though, drinking alone, it just seemed like the place to be. It felt right.

Awakening

I've no clue where I am. This place is so dark and... cold. I've many wounds on my body but I can't remember anything about.

I feel sick. It's cold here, wherever I am.

I'm wearing clothes I can't recognize as mine and a belt with some little scissors in a side pocket. And a sketchbook. I'm writing down something trying to remeber about my past. I can't remember who I am. I can't remember my name.
This may sound odd but I don't really care. I only want turn away this lost sensation.
My head hurts. Better try to rest and let the pain subside.