Bloated scent of chloroform wraped around me. Unsatisfied odour dissolved into air. It was manipulative. Unreasonably minimalistic translucent particles began pouring all over my senses. I was blurred. Overgrown aroma shed its glistering presence through solitude.
The black was gone. Not an essence, not a thread of it was to be found. Mesmerising structures of carbon green and ground began appearing forward.
YOU ARE READING
eyElid
Bí ẩn / Giật gânYou don't know who you are, what you are and even where you are. You can feel your body, your feelings and your surrounding. Everything keeps changing. Can you dare to survive, to know the TRUTH?
