My heart is a country devouring itself.
It searches for the homeland to be called by your name
But you have been a long time gone
and it fills the absence with a flag and a border
that is no longer the same. My ink and paper
I use them as my own nation:
stones, debris, and bones
To build my dome with no window or door
where I’m no longer sure
if you ever will be welcome aboard.
I’ll go on an adventure. Later, after a deep nap and a strong coffee, repeat. I will go on an adventure. Later.
All good stories always have a dragon. And for a childish reason, I like the mechanical beating of every word that goes out of tune in front of the pale screen that hides the present night a little inside my head.
My name is Lara, I was born in 1984 and I am writing about the worlds build up in my head and when I am too lazy to express myself in the wording I use my simple drawing skill.
To each one of you who has read and follow my stories, thank you.