Oblivion

Everyone has forgotten. Everyone has ceased to be aware of reality, of the environment, of the things that inhabit here. The routine has been forgotten. Laughter and anguish do not exist anymore. The pleasure of feeling his fingers running through my skin is gone. Without the elixir that springs from within. They have all forgotten me.

Oblivion

Everyone has forgotten. Everyone has ceased to be aware of reality, of the environment, of the things that inhabit here. The routine has been forgotten. Laughter and anguish do not exist anymore. The pleasure of feeling his fingers running through my skin is gone. Without the elixir that springs from within. They have all forgotten me.