astonished

and that was the 365 day after more many
he was petrified,
petrified with the world around him
flashes in
flashes out
it seemed to him he was wakin' up after centuries of sleeping
all the memories are a garden, a kid and some weeds and stones to play
now, is like he is stopped in the underground and all the people is moving like if he pressed the fast forward button.
where is he now?
what happened to the silent of birds singing?
he's seeing people moving inside aggregates of hollow worms.
after 543 seconds of pure delinquency and murmur in his head he now sees robots, it's impossible that that pseudo-beings are made of flesh and bones, not with their automation
what are they doing in the same place, all of them?
woowww... and it seems fast, and goes faster, and faster, all seems to collapse, the mix of sounds seems a growing symphony of sizzles, and the growing bust

he wakes
he is all wet
his hand are shakin' even clinged to the shriveled sheets.
from the open window he can hear the sound of the night cars
and all he wants is to fall into a black hole.