A blackout

There, in the middle of the blackout, standing in the lonely and foggy pastures behind the mysterious shack, he could see the skyline. The dark skyline he wasn’t able to understand.

He could see ships, roses and planes. He could see lighthouses working as sentinels and low waves containing high-rise buildings.

The vultures transforming into doves. The fog into a mixture of honey and coffee and darkness into bright headlights.

Stars appeared in a blue sky and the sun lighted up a dark night. The dark skyline transformed in a light pond and mountains arose.

He could see deer standing in front of the headlights and flickering lamps. Crickets turned into violins and thunderheads into thunderstruck.

Fireflies stormed in, creating endless harmony and wild cries transformed into bird trills.

Once again he could smell flower fields and hear children’s joyful laughter.

A blackout stalking his mind in the middle of the foggy night. He returned to his awful thoughts, making happiness seem suffering. Fog in his memories, blurring his mind. He opened them again just to realize the gray environment he was in. One day, dark the night, dark the shack, dark the fire, dark the vultures surrounding the skies. The coldness of the night made him shiver and his fear return. He could still see the smoke downtown and hear the explosions.

A blackout again. He shut his eyes closed and returned to his hideout: right there, in his foggy and lonely pastures. All he did was record again the moments without that thundering, foggy and destructive shadow that people dare to call war.

 

Foggy

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Bad dreams

Bad dreams,

poison in my bloodstreams,

gas in the middle of screams,

shivers carried by silent beams.

 

Bad dreams,

toxic air in my lungs,

bitterness in my tongue,

horrors becoming young.

 

Bad dreams,

howling in the moonlight,

tarnishing white,

with dark knights.

 

Bad dreams,

measured with tears,

hiding gloomy cheers,

playing with the gears,

of my quivering fears.

 

Measure

Never again

Meeting him wasn’t an accident and it can be considered a fortune in some situations, trying to make agreements with him is impossible, fighting with him is hard to avoid. Smiling to him is difficult, looking in his eyes is like falling by a deep cliff. When I met him he was hidden in the shadows, he was trapped behind a glass and his voice sounded like the echo of a violin. He asked me if I wanted to be his friend. Doubtful, I said yes.

And now here we are, arguing in every direction we go. Fighting in every choice we make, he’s essential he keeps me in the shadows, away from the world. He likes to be in control and sometimes he doesn’t realize how far he’s going. So listen to me, Fear, if you’re reading I would like to tell you that one day I had the black fortune to meet you but I won’t let you take over my life, never again.

Fear

 

 

Fortune