Suitcase packed. Earrings made out of a bunch of cherries hanging by my uncut ear. I exhale, leaving the world’s weight off my shoulders. I turn to the lonely path and I walk. The noise of the deafening silence compels me to watch out for my slow steps which, although they touch the ground, don’t make any sound. I stop. The feeling of complete deafness gradually surrounds this desert I lay in. …… citeste mai mult