Nostalgic tears of rain caress the window and run down the glass, frozen, like my soul. I can glimpse these eyes starring at me from the other side of the street. I am alone, playing wording games with my mind, melting sugar realities in a bittersweet cup of tea that could perfectly be called life.
When I feel the gaze, I realize it is not coming from any specific person; it is not coming from any specific place. This vision stands for all my fears, all my absences, all my challenges. And they are all looking at me. Right now. Expectant, hopeful.
“Breath”, my mind seems to mutter, while a beam of light tries to sneak in between the clouds.
“Let them pierce your heart, let them intoxicate you. Stop hiding. Come back to all your demons and turn them into the best part of you”.
Pseudònim: Neil Perry