Eezem
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In the dark depths of his memory, ardent relics were stinging his feelings.
In the hollow of his existence, he crept between cracks and crevices strengthening the sovereignty of his solitude.
Alone, in the dark corridors of his life, illuminated by a beam of disappointment, narrowed his horizons and, from the top of his hill, a panoramic view of his failures slits his woeful core.
He was isolated in an incommensurable area with no coverage neither protection. Somewhere, where no one could hear him in a world ingulfed in the depths of obscurity…
No sound broke the gloomy silence.
No breath of air brushed his forehead, not even a breeze.
The sky has lost its twinkling enjoyment to get hid behind a veil of clouds, leaving him without means to perceive what was happening around him.
He was deprived of his senses so his ideas has become confused and put him on the threshold of agoraphobia and its ghostly apparitions.
He saw hands arising from nowhere.
Familiar and unfamiliar faces exploding all at once into sarcastic laughter, and then, metamorphose into horrific chimeras that started biting everywhere without leaving him
time to quiver.
Sweat streaming, power beating abnormally, the fear was legible, the eyes were lost in the pitchy darkness despite the belief that he could discern no to exit.
Jaded and had annihilated his efforts to escape his abstract pursuers.
He subdued himself to the breed.
As they appeared they disappeared.
He saw an abyss opening on before him in which he saw a glimmer of hope.
He threw himself in with a feeling of relief.
It was only for a moment and he became, once again, a prey to sketches of a mirage.
His hands were lost to grasp, but a force he didn’t understand prevented him.
The swallow hole continued to widen, while the fall did not lead him to its low depth.
It was an edge that calmed his irritation. It caused him trouble, but he didn’t move anymore. His eyes did not let go this clear and cold sensation.
He fought to understand the singularity of that scene. But he started to know….
Every step he made had been his last. The breath of air had been incarcerated in his lungs. Beats of his pulsated heart slowed down reporting his fall.
The world appeared so beautiful, but this was only a moment of nostalgia.
In the hollow of his existence, he crept between cracks and crevices strengthening the sovereignty of his solitude.
Alone, in the dark corridors of his life, illuminated by a beam of disappointment, narrowed his horizons and, from the top of his hill, a panoramic view of his failures slits his woeful core.
He was isolated in an incommensurable area with no coverage neither protection. Somewhere, where no one could hear him in a world ingulfed in the depths of obscurity…
No sound broke the gloomy silence.
No breath of air brushed his forehead, not even a breeze.
The sky has lost its twinkling enjoyment to get hid behind a veil of clouds, leaving him without means to perceive what was happening around him.
He was deprived of his senses so his ideas has become confused and put him on the threshold of agoraphobia and its ghostly apparitions.
He saw hands arising from nowhere.
Familiar and unfamiliar faces exploding all at once into sarcastic laughter, and then, metamorphose into horrific chimeras that started biting everywhere without leaving him
time to quiver.
Sweat streaming, power beating abnormally, the fear was legible, the eyes were lost in the pitchy darkness despite the belief that he could discern no to exit.
Jaded and had annihilated his efforts to escape his abstract pursuers.
He subdued himself to the breed.
As they appeared they disappeared.
He saw an abyss opening on before him in which he saw a glimmer of hope.
He threw himself in with a feeling of relief.
It was only for a moment and he became, once again, a prey to sketches of a mirage.
His hands were lost to grasp, but a force he didn’t understand prevented him.
The swallow hole continued to widen, while the fall did not lead him to its low depth.
It was an edge that calmed his irritation. It caused him trouble, but he didn’t move anymore. His eyes did not let go this clear and cold sensation.
He fought to understand the singularity of that scene. But he started to know….
Every step he made had been his last. The breath of air had been incarcerated in his lungs. Beats of his pulsated heart slowed down reporting his fall.
The world appeared so beautiful, but this was only a moment of nostalgia.