30/6/24

dust morte

I have this escape route. It's like a metropolitan road, very sweet, very fast, full of building lights and motorized neon headlights. In this road I can forget about everything. How much there is rejection in my simple life, how much some people hate me. A place where I can let myself go down the slope of anomie, inaction, and sleep snoring, to cut myself off from thinking about how much it hurts. And maybe, if I manage to screw up enough to not sink or implode in the process... if I end up broken, then I won't be your favorite toy anymore, or your memory of unspeakable nights. And so, maybe they'll let me be free.

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