martes, 14 de mayo de 2013
Little Black Box
The future came with own fads and illnesses. It got here denying pasts that have died for the cause. So many false prophecies and this time, it was so different: it had arrived to stay. No other future would arrive. Never. The box took over the circles. The walls conquered reality.
You became me, but still I could miss you. Things faded into the dark quite quickly. Sounds were, once more, the beacon of evolution.
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