The fog

They were walking towards the dark side. One of them sang this song...

This only can be a nightmare,

a confused dream

a painful travel

without sense, without destiny.

It only could be a nightmare,

a trap without doors

where dark feelings lives

where you have all and nothing.

This vision, this confusion,

this misperception: the grey

sorrow falling on my 

shoulder: thoughts under the stars.

It only was a nigthmare,

an unwanted visitor in a one-way trip.

A nonsense map.

And lost in this dark..., the fog.

And the people around, laughing and floating, told him he has to stop drinking.

photography: "the fog", kodachrome transparency and text by © inercies_