Only dry woods in this forest. 

No green leaves, no shadows like small black islands…

no echoes of lives and sounds of their occupancies. 

I am here after a long walk. 

And now in a moment of burning sun I missed my old friends, my place and my familiar alleyes where I became a life. 

I have to walk at night now…too much of reflections and forbidden headaches. 

What do you do when you don’t sleep at night? 

Which crumbling body you want to get inside and leave the mark of your own nebula? 

I don’t know. Tonight I will walk…

Now there’s a sweet little quicksand here…and I am getting sucked into my summer afternoons of past.

The smell and the magic of breaking the rules for the first times…

I am not going anywhere now. 

All will be at night.

……………………………………………………………………….

Photograph: Google. 

Advertisements