Replacing

Replacing the writing of another day...
Sent here to write a few words about the present dealing with the past and fighting against the future in order to avoid beeing its slave that's what happened. Sometimes he would be found immersed in deep anger caused by the unknown that torments his feelings and leaves nothing but a feeling of disorientation. Taken to face his mirror all he could find was someone leaving his body and standing up there right at his side, no signs of words or movement, just an heavy and penetrating look focused on his eyes shooting thoughts that can never be told. Thoughts that would make the ground seem secure as a suspended wood bridge.


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