Solitude

Silent words speak like mud bows. The moon, bowing to gravity, hides behind clouds with a laugh.

In the depths of the trees, the darkness glimpsed at dawn dissipates into mist, embracing you, surely erasing memories.

The place I reached is red and soft. I remember solitude.

A low sound heard from afar slowly approaches. Synchronized with the sound, my body gradually merges into something. It's comfortable yet despairing.

The vibration grows. Slowly, I close my eyes.