Eames St. Roméo

he was

[eamesstromeo]

In a dream my Eurydice taps on the top of my right shoulder and asks me to deliver her from evil. From evil. I am not evil.

I could be evil.

I exit the gates of hell with an itch on the shoulder. And a hole in my memory. I am missing something.

I could miss someone.

[eamesstromeo]

I do not want to see the world beautiful,because he saw the world beautiful and look, what it has done to him :

he is gone

from this beautiful world that I must keep amazing through blurry eyes.

He was a violent dog, my dad. He was a caring breeze.

He was.

And these words make up the whole story. Two words and I have said all there is to say.

it is the biggest tragedy I will ever write.

And it can be held in a breath