"Just the forgotten one, fighting against the only thing he has. Nothing but he."

19/12

So Easily Forgotten

I see visions of a child who runs across great dunes of an arid desert. With each
step, the grains of sand jump just to slowly fall to this ancient soil. He plays
until his legs can't walk no more, with the innate feeling that he will return to a
home as soon as the sun sets.

19/01

My Essence

But until then, he chases her across these great dunes of an arid desert.
She softly lets the game take place, but she proves no interest in letting him win.
The child loses sight of her, as everyone else looks away from him.
Afraid, alone in the darkness surrounding him before he falls into a deep
slumber; he longs for safety. For touch.

19/02

Ever-changing Sands

Little did he know that his longed-for home never expressed desire for stability.
The sands and their motherhood have always brought a twist to the floor, reducing
to dust every notion of permanence while always playing the same game of repetition.
In an attempt to run, he slipped and swallowed sand; and as his voice started
to break in a suffocating desperation, he assumed fate. The night had fallen.

19/03

We know this story, Once Again Written.