She
When you look into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you.
F. Nietzsche
What colour are the eyes of boy without his own body?, asks abyss looking into blue – brown – grey eyes of boy looking into the abyss.
She's a black hole, black – white – rainbow – hole. Filled so much that there's nothing in her, nothing and everything. Looking into her is falling which never ends, ends so brutal because no, no, no, please, I can't any more, sobs boy, too late, now he knows, too late, and the most he knows that he will never be able to forget.
Do you remember?, asks abyss every day, every day again and again, on every step – left – right – left – Remember? – when tomorrow can't come.
And in all these questions she forgot about one – do you want, boy?
