A sullen farewell

Everything is quiet, not do anything but see, smell or listen. Just my voice to the rhythm of a book, not do anything but my dancer fingers on the paper, and imagination, who apparently is the only one that can bring back to life this threnody and tedious atmosphere...

soul is in pursuit of make body to react, only silence is my guest and wants to go missing. today, death claims his price, then lonelyness and boredom suddenly join him.

hi, steemians!
for my first post, I want to share with all of you this text and ask you what you think it is about, tell me what you felt while reading this and I will tell you if it is exactly what it means. what I want is to confuse all your senses and connect my mind with yours...

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