Even though you have different coloured eyes,
I can still see him through you.

Strange in a good way

I have such a great thrilling happy.

William, it was really nothing.

So, he left.
He's set himself on fire,
burning those bridges so that
no-one can follow him.
It's like Jumanji, but a bit more
Hoxton Square.
(Can you fight crocodiles in a Tweed?)
So, he's gone.
...because to him it was the only way of saving his ability to love again, to stop him looking like a ghost, to get colour back, to respect.

You there!
With your funny little á's and ř's,
and your 'yes's being 'no's,
and that girl's mASSIVE hat -

Can you stop putting sugar
in my coffee?

Or is that Me there?
swapping č's for ç's...
and oh! It's no wonder I'm getting lost...