the looming green room

Africa

and the deep cavern where we came from

 

the day i met him again was one hell of a rainy day. we

exchanged the introductory little chitchats and then i

went straight to the point. i asked is everything alright,

and waited for an answer, which for some obvious

reason, that im oblivious of, he didn't give. He replied just

alright, his mouth moved, sound came out from his vocal

cord producing what was perceived as meaningful

human language. but he didn't answer. not a damn clue.

 

so once again the humid room will fall upon us

Africa

and the deep cavern where we're born and raised

 

some years ago, i forget how many, he told me about this

dream he had. in which he was killed by himself from the

future. this is one fiction-like kinda dreams, with time

travel and whatnot. he was visited by himself who came

from the future, and was stabbed with a kitchen knife

right at the heart. he woke up from that with a paralysis.

"bloods seeping from my bedroom walls. bloods!"

 

Africa