XVI - Blurred

Shades are getting longer they disappear at night, just to be enclosed underneath a street lamp.

I see myself scattering away fading at the light of the sunset. a clew of emotions in my soul, my essence is screaming.

I see blurred, taking pictures while running so I can relate, so i can feel warm again.

I crave a balanced room where I can watch all clear, let myself stop and start to live, bent over to collect my scales.

Nice things should come, soon or later, and I will wait sitting there, on that stump I used picture, when everything was blurred.