R.O.M.

R.O.M.
Originally uploaded by Deckard@tyrell.corp

Almost five years that I ran away from city, from people, from bad memories, building a shelter of ice and thorns. Just realizing today this loss of time, this feeling of uncontrolled acceleration, emerging from the dark, but too late.

It wasn't a reconstruction, but a self-destruction.

Five years of non-sense, inexistence, negation of the person I had been.

I just woke up today, being five years older and quietly observing the inner desert I build with my own hands.