Windows are open, nothing fits in that empty room, silent winds, broken life.
He is breathing despite death, craving for a second chance.
Yesterday, he wished to part without any trace 
Today, particles of light flash in his darkness, and hope revisits his yard.
All he needs is a friend.
All he needs is a lover .
An advise for you my dark friend, when the tsunami of destress hits your shores, move to high ground, and never listen to the ferry man and his foolish invitations.

Artwork by igor grechanyi