It is a black day outside. Raining. It appears it is not going to stop anytime soon
I hear cats in the back alley. They are fighting over a cardboard box like refugees
I open my window and see a beautiful new moon
Can you see it? It has come to rescue me
The clouds feel heavy
Sky's filled with tension
Father's levy
The rain feels like condescension
I turn on my television
Static
Figures. I return to the window. Simply elysian
The heavy rain washes the streets just as lightning illuminates my heart. Agnatic
Short-lived
That moment
The happiness became contrived
A genuine bestowment
I close my window
Ambient
A billow
Circumambient
The roaring dark skies have started their ritual
The millions of volts coursing through the clouds feel like a lullaby
Everything goes dark. Habitual
I see an image I cannot deny
Hello, father
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Memory Fragments
FantasíaWARNING: CONTAINS VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Sooner or later, we all crumble beneath our fears. It's up to us to recall what makes us human and stand strong against adversity. Memories, shattered and scattered throughout our lives, come to us one by o...
