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I look in the mirror and I don't recognize myself.
There is a strange, unrecognizable image,
perhaps it's the image of my past.
The pain is deadly, tears which don't relieve.
There is an image which is not mine,
an image of the days which are already dust.
I look in the mirror and don't recognize myself;
The days pass, the years go by.
The lines between my eyelids are getting lost.
The hair changes, the smile disappears.
There's nothing in that image, only a palpitating pain.
A wound which doesn't health, a drop of blood which doesn't go away.
I look in the mirror and the days go by,
like footsteps, which lead nowhere.
One walks in circles, returning to the starting p...