Genova, Italy. There was a storm at sea. The raindrops fell thick, fast flowing, like regret. The sky was gray and the wind was strong, cold, sharp. The waves of screaming raged in my heart. They wanted to sweep everything away, destroying the reef, cancel that beach. They would like to delete everything gets in before them, memories, images, desires, hopes.
Theirs is a constant path, the movement was frantic and nervous. In their rush grow up, get up and then fell down into a thousand eddies, confused, indistinct as my thoughts. There is no light except a gray twilight that envelops everything. The current is violent, sly, invincible. Drag my soul away. The door at the bottom of an abyss. The abyss of a story that no longer belongs to me.
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