RQS ECHOES

The night falls slowly, time doesn't stop, Broklin feels every second without her is a dull movie. The wind brings her name, but doesn't bring her scent. He stands still, waiting for her signal to appear in his apartment. The night deepens slowly, weaving its mantle of silence over the world, but time, this invisible and relentless force, does not yield to my quietness. Every instant without her luminous presence drags on, heavy and endless, turning reality into a tedious film whose scenes repeat in painful and purposeless monotony.