Yellow, marble look a like eyes, or maybe, they were green, yes, green, like seaweed; marble look a like eyes were what kept starring back at me, following me, in every direction turned and if I would leave the eyes would leave too; with me- in front of me, like they were now, next to me, behind me, all around me.
These eyes made me uneasy, yet I couldn't find myself to fidget , to move, run- do something , do anything, feeling cursed, jinxed, hexed, unlucky, simply came across bad luck. I have bad luck, my bad luck started when I came across a black cat.
-Butta Love, the provocative verbalist
