A long, revived gaze trough little, tiny diorama.
I don’t remember the last time I saw such a glowing sky, crimson and mesmerizing above the roofs.
It must have been aeons ago.
A quite pleasant and the painful cleft that is increasingly spreading in the mind…
It is a long forgotten, abandoned and worn feeling. The marvelous sense of penetrating into my heart like the tide.
If only I could merge with the ground and dirt,
this ground flooded with dusk and covered with long shadows.
If only I could disappear.
Into the rivers and winds.