trip aside (II)

… capturing short sparks of emotions. In that very moment. But any trace of emotion melt down and reshaped. Fragile and introvert and stubborn.
Always bearing a mask. A bloody impenetrable make-up. And I feel like a hunter. And a prey.

The plunk was clear. In minor key. Perhaps sharp.

The sunset light broke the transparent glass and caught inside all the small particles of dust.

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