I live in a cocoon of steel and concrete, camouflaged into the background of society. Time has become silent. Falling between fear and peace, I feel blurry.
My future hides behind the hallucination that I am broken, trying to force a square to a curve. I soak in desperation, inhaling change, coughing uncertainty. My shadow laughs.
Thirsty for hope, snaring the sun, I shed my skin.