07/11/2020
"BREATHE" is NOW avaliable for bidding/buying ONLY on .io
It's a double experience: visual and literary.
I joined an incredible writer, to create this piece together, connecting the art of words with visual art
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Where stars traced trails and shadows were nonexistent, Emma breathed. "I forgot how to breathe" she always said to her friends, but in that place her lungs were filled with life. Sitting there, admiring the lost doubts in the atmosphere and the framework that detached from her certainties, or what she believed were certainties. There, Emma could see the words traced in the air, as if a brush full of truth was drawing through the dust. "Breathe," they whispered into her eyes. "Breathe" they sang to her heart. "Breathe" yelled at her, pleading. "Breathe" they asked, strident.
Then the words overwhelmed and disappeared. Sad for their unreason, lost in the ashes of a ship that lost its way and became an immeasurable void. "No one escapes" she thought, as she saw herself reflected in a mirror that reflected her freely. Emma smiled and enjoyed the peace of that look that was looking at her for the first time.
The person in the mirror stepped out of the picture and walked over to her. Emma was not surprised: every step her reflection made, soft, on the way to her, filled her with conviction: she wanted to stay there.
She didn't want to wait for it to arrive. That place was too beautiful to waste every thousandth of existence. The butterflies shed her skin and guided her through the grass that formed in front of her steps, illustrating her genesis, the invisible, what escapes when pressure suffocates the margins and demands not to fly over them.
The figure, similar to Emma but not living in the twilight of things, looked passionately at Emma. Dreams and poetry walked together from that moment. "Breathe", it was read in the distance, blurring between the eyes that did not see. The scars on Emma's arm vanished, leaving a scent of eternal summer. Everything is heat for those who only knew the cold.
"Breathe" yelled a word from afar for the last time, but it vanished. For the first time, Emma was not listening.
