Hope is a dangerous thing

Giulia De Angelis

I get inside the car lost in thought, the madness of thinking about escaping the prison I live in, tormented by the taste of his mouth attracting all the lost pieces of the heart that had been dead for years. The dirty making itself present through the mind, raising questions buried in the depths of consciousness and waging a bloody war around the most painful memories, I took a deep breath looking for a calm and peaceful place, fighting against the inhospitable mind itself.

I've always been a happy, lively, playful child with a certain fear of thunder. What doesn't go through the mind of an innocent child is that there are greater dangers than thunder and that people are much scarier.

I saw the dreams being killed one by one, without mercy or compassion having their wings cut off with tweezers, slowly. The pain corrupted in a way that I couldn't even describe how much a heart full of lamentations could unleash in this way, becoming trapped between memories and belie