Morphy-X

It snowed that night, he found peace and comfort in the crisp cool air.
He preferred it anyway, the silence. Devoid of other Human life or contact, he witnessed the almost mystical and so often overlooked dance that the snowflakes perform on those rare occasions.

He knew snow was nothing special in other areas of the world, or in his really. To him it was though. It was clean, like his former self. At some point in his life he lost that ethereal connection... His Exterior had started to rust long ago, and soon he feared that his interior soul would follow suit.

In that night, he cried himself to sleep, out in thee snow. For even though he had a home, he was alone. To this day, I think he still is.
Waiting and crying in the snow, surrounded by shattered memories and dreams. Alone.

Current Residence: My mental state exists in contradiction to the Timestream
Favourite style of art: The Stage or Music
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Shell of choice: A blanket
Wallpaper of choice: Padded
Favourite cartoon character: The Scarecrow, The Brain.
Personal Quote: The relativity of time is the only constant.