Metamorphosis
1 min readJun 26, 2020
In the eternal mirror
of ancient time
I search for myself
burdened by a weariness
to be.
A blurred emptiness stares back
I am not here.
This barren glass
is a witness
to my eroding self.
In the eternal mirror
of ancient time
I search for myself
burdened by a weariness
to be.
A blurred emptiness stares back
I am not here.
This barren glass
is a witness
to my eroding self.
A believer in a world without borders and in the fierce power of fiction to achieve it.