RE: Week #6 “fox tales” story image and announcing the winners for last week!
He revived my fears of child personified in a morbid soul of different aspects at every moment accelerating and evolving over the years .... my hands are wrinkled and cracked with experiences and encounters at the same time. I can't get off that "thing" that lives in the corners of my rooms. Sometimes he screams tearing his vocal chords and only I can hear him while his hand seems to cry out for my help. I've been considering going with him to see if he takes me to hell or if I rescue him from his agony ... somehow this monster has my face (the typical indian southamerican phenotype), although his long hairs clothe his ribs mingling with living tears in his skin. Maybe I'm crazy maybe not! Because you always see from your eyes and not from my illusory and complex daily walk. "I just have to accept it"
Thank you Steemian if you are reading this..! :)