Despair

I laid my hands on you and I closed my eyes. I saw myself entering your life. I entered then your soul, and I saw that I am in the darkest place possible.

I floated months in a row among abuse, despair, the drunkenness of the moment, hopelessness, and whirls...

I irrigate with blood and sweat thorns and weeds. I melt up in pain and stupidity. I had no strength to get out. I cried but I never complained.
I roam about.
Later I returned. I pulled out my hands and I opened my eyes. Now I am writing with my eyes staring on a point. Small, black and ugly, it’s the point of my wandering....

by Anna