Melancholic incomplete monday

drive fast *with mind*
in the middle of nowhere.
incomplete
decadent
lost soul
blurry
in a confusing time.
I feel me
fog in the fields:
the sky reflects my souls
as a mirror,
like today,
It's raining.
I look at the endless horizon
without seeing an end
running away and getting lost
in a tunnel of a spiral in the middle of nowhere.
An infinite melancholy dream,
It began at the moon at night.
choas is in me. *i cry smile*
escape
fall
lose myrself.
at the blurred dawn
without see an end
dispersed
incomplete
Free as a alone.
in the middle of nowhere.