Thursday, June 25

Falling


I´m running through strange corridors

looking for something impossible

the walls start narrowing and my mind is not here anymore

I can see a girl standing at the end

she waves and start running towards me

weird arpeggios from a distant guitar

a paranoid band in my imagination

she vanishes and only her scent embraces me

the hallway is empty

where did my soul go missing?

someone is knocking at my door

maybe she´s looking for her bloom

is time to wake up.

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