a signal transmitting from a country of isolated incidents.
is it even possible to lose someone forever? a signal transmitting to someone who might not be there.
I saw pink. a signal transmitting from a warm womb, remembering the softest textures.
the streets are empty. we are trapped in tiny apartments watching all lives go by. a signal transmitting from a balcony above Feron street.
flashes of adoration, hate, and all the weirdest feelings in between. a signal transmitting from a heart that loved and failed and loved again.