Here I go back, over a dusty road
I don’t know where, I don’t know why….
Thousands of trees are going back,
and there is my shadow trying to merge with each of them…
I come in front of a gigantic house…my own…
Very old, absorbed in me, but now, it is detached…
This is the house, I used to live in….
House with bats hanging, spiders crawling….
It reminds me of hell, which once soothed me….
I left the house, with all the doors open…..
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