Words can’t save me anymore.
I belong from a place where sunsets come like flowers on doors,
it stayed,
the memories stayed…
Perhaps there’s a place beyond the concurrent streams…
where I can lose this dark creature which always stays inside four walls.
Empty spaces otherwise… empty spaces all around…
nothing to save a breathing soul.
The buildings seem lonely, the time seem airless…
the headache grows like vines inside an old structure.
Sure as hell there’s a conspiracy going around,
sure as hell nobody ever found the escape of a lifetime.
I tried…I tried…
It made me a laughing devastation, a snowfall through melancholia.

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Photograph: Linda Rosenberg.