Sometimes my madness comes in waves, a long blast into my chest.
I have panic for you.
I’m drowning myself in the sorrow of the city in the gaze of little lights that surround the night. Every street a knife open to my heart, a freezed memory, a lost space, a connected entrance. I lie my head back and back, I lost the track…
It’s been terrible, each breath is a agony to my being.