Thursday, April 5, 2018I have been falling the whole time,so peaceful and calm.But, always in an illusionthat I should be the one flyingthe one reaching places,the one searching for others facesand the one in a vicious circle.
I walk. The light projected by the tungsten lamps exudes a sense of harmony. Everything is calm. The leaves of the trees float, lost with the mockery of air. Down the street, you can see the light that illuminates the pitch darkness. There are fallen twigs and leaves down the street and a sweet aroma of spring is spreading all over.