The Haze

 

_..--5

I’m here, I walk and I feel, when I get home I look up and find existence. His gaze, his eyes deep as the underworld of Greek novels, full of dangers but exciting, in the end.

 

_..--8

the abyss overhangs me, eyes and luminous teeth laugh at me, a scream divides the sky and the rain purifies.

 

_..--3

I return to my thoughts and compose the cacophonous and abberrant symphony. Those candles burn but dying, upset me and thrown into the deepest horror I try to remain alert and bury my emotional turmoil.

 

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The wind is blowing, candles are dying.

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