The Haze



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.



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



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.



The wind is blowing, candles are dying.

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