Delirious ghosts haunt my routine.
Random notions pop into mind,
forming segmented ideas refusing to materialise.
No coherent words, no real sounds,
only a blurred image of a vague conclusion.
Wandering, lost and befuddled, in an ocean of shatterd expectations
and sharp truths, I gasp for air.
The blackness of the abyss, like a sirene, taunts me…
and the skies are grey and gloomy with no promise of rain any more.
I lay motionless in the staleness of chaos, waiting for a ripple in time…
29/01/2016
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