Sergio Calic


Running through fields of uncolored grass
Through open doors of ruined cottage and again out
with dried sky falling’ in flakes like a snow from different dimension
Distant burning towns are visible on foggy horizon
You can collect memories directly from plugged dust
I just keep running and everything I loved is captured in split seconds of my view oscillations
Morning smiles Morning fucks Evening despairs
Reality is cracked up and I just want to escape
Running through woods of uncolor

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