aesmayorquez

lost and found symbols running into each other and the brain starts to tremble in front of the fence.

"i know i'm gonna die here, between the wall and the gate, in the ruins".

in a day without climate, without time, and without feeling, i'll just know the end is here and that you were the one meant to thrust that sword in my chest. a greek dream, or a rememberance, the enlightment of the next step, before everything freezes.

a>z

i'm constantly escaping that thrust.