Solitude
A veil masked my face most of my existence.
Unfamiliar to my family, friends, and work colleagues.
I traveled in time. My life was unwearable, I begged my cloud to be my friend, I froze in an unpleasant future, in a violent past, no presence controlled my skin. I escaped my body in a cloud, inside a forest of solitude.
Art by Antonio Mora
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