Félix Saparelli

(about me)

a.k.a. passcod


Posted on Mar 19 ‘14

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Darkness all around and
light but not light; red
orange dark but less dark
than darkness.

Lines of darkness dancing
across. Deformed shapes of
fire running in circles.

Black dark black light all
around; red orange brights.

Everything fades.

Feeling eternally sleepy yet
curious at the lack of heat I
open my eyes to see a cloud
has obscured the sun’s rays
through leaves and branches.

Summer breeze, lack of sun…
I get up.