A Surreal Nighttime Journey
At night, I saw the silence. Over the streetlights, I saw the darkness. I walked, never knowing. I walked always… I had to walk. The dreams started to shape. The shape never satisfied me until one day. I recorded that day. Atrocious, never left, still lives. I mixed ideas and directions and it never left. The dreams slowly faded, but not the memory. torn the mind apart. The scar is only in me. Outside it vanished, like the dream. The chest tightens, squeezing, forcing the salty water. I feel it, but it’s not worthwhile anymore. I feel more alone every day.
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A surreal nighttime scene depicting a solitary figure walking down an empty street under dim streetlights casting long shadows
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