nagajna

Parole.

Immagini.
Ad occhi chiusi.
Domande.
Percorsi.
Bugie, segni , suoni.
Illusioni.

Un pulsare incessante.

Ed è ancora notte.

(on the left) Something ferocious, hidden in my soul, I don’t wanna admit or face. Something that now devours me instead of protecting me.

Deep, deep, deeper, a liquid black, too dark to see through. The tide reverberates with your breath and I’m scared of water.

Made of silver and stone. This thin air can not sustain me. I don’t know how to fly but I’m coming for all that is mine.