My mind is a component of the darkness that exhibits and infiltrates.
The Echoes arrive in a bright, fast line of electricity, I feel energized.
The room is without color, words, smells, emotions, a hanging garden of dimensions.
I am absorbed my every inch of it, every corner is a milestone of history.
My eye is a cyclone on earth, the one, that brings chaos without destiny.
My thoughts are roaming infinite bubbles through darkness.
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Published on e-Stories.org on 08/06/2023.