Heavy

The gravitation of uncleared stuff inside my head, pulls down whole my soul to the ground, step by step.

Like a forgotten piece of paper, with unreadable notes, lies my body on the street, facing up as a worring kind.

A heavy truck, missing of brakes, filled with tons of dark minds too fast too late to…

…react

©️ Björn Blomqvist 2020-04-29

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Björn Blomqvist

Aspiring author with a bachelor's degree in art history and visual communication and a bachelor's degree in history. Writes on a debut novel. Amateur actor and poet - sometimes writes art reports and articles from art exhibitions.

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