It's like that time I traveled to Mozambique - that disconnection I felt with existence - a feeling of merely living. The sombre feel of nature in the eyes of a dull future-less-heart, a brusque response to life heading towards a destruction of the soul. The feel of losing grip to breath - as if the exit door is flash opened shining all round before you in the midst of a silent darkness. A blackened night with the wind whispering the children's songs of fear on a starless sky.
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