" There are dark things in my eyelid. Horrible things. "
A black canvas, the brush soaked in white leaves brutal , primal signs .
An almost human figure.
Stylized, simple.
Two black holes for eyes.
A kind of angel, blind and suffering.
I move safely, tousled hair, a cigarette dangling from the corner of my mouth, now almost completely consumed.
"Things that will get me into the dark night."
I drop the cigarette to the ground.
I drop the brush to the ground.
I shove two fingers a vase containing a red liquid.
I lay me almost against the canvas and caress her cheeks.
Blood drops from her eyes.
I smile.
"My sweet, sweet angel..."
I kiss the canvas.
My lips are colored in white and red.
My secret: “I suffer from hallucinations caused by drug use. I've killed my girlfriend.
The lives and stories of a group of people, living in the same building.
How they we'll meet each other, changing their life, founding new loves and enemies.
How they'll grow, hurt.
Feel happiness, pain, fear and joy.
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