October 31, 2024
2:27 pm
Marianao, Havana. Cuba.
I get oxygen in these streets where people can barely breathe.
I learned to camouflage myself in shadows and reflections, while the wind shakes my skinny body.
Today I felt unusual gusts. Maybe my thoughts were wandering, or rather flying... the wind was a sign.
Hurried and distant footsteps, sadness, loss and anguish creep, like small vermin, into my skin and I take care of them, I protect them, because I know they belong to someone else. Maybe if... I know, I just have to embrace them.
It's all I have, all that's left. Now I just need to have faith and help a smile to emerge.
The masquerade begins here and I'm going to bed.
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