27 March 2021
I fit in the middle of a road as the world pass by I dust up and disappear On the walls of the room I roam when the crowd leaves the scene I crawl to sweet spaces in my head in a cloud a crack in the sea that's me dreamy looming nightscapes of a life not lived not a nightmare not anymore I run from me I belong to not even me
© Amal Backer
© Amal Backer