El AS² del Ingés

Lonely night

Restless night. Shadows risen. The world consumed into nothingness.

And I? I sink into the divine symmetry of an old song… an eternal loop of unhinged memoirs.


Lost amidst the crimson emptiness of my room.

Loneliness… A tax we have to pay for a certain complexity of mind. For holding to a sincere, ambitious view of what companionship must-and-could-be.

«Was it too high a price to pay?» I ask the breathing walls.

But they don’t answer back.


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