nagajna

Digital collage - Nagajna

Cerco conforto
in sapori caldi e rossi
come se potessero darmi
la vita che non avrò mai.

(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.

Fragile and faded, worn out by all the times I have tried to recall it. This much, that is no longer true.