False light

Last night, while I was sleeping with the moon in my forehead, I suddenly opened my eyes. I saw, deep buried into the garden of mirrors in the back of my eyelid, a tree with missing branches, and, inside it, a twinkling star that panting, wanted to die. Because of my indifference.

That moment, I realized that all this time I've been staring at a false light. And I don't know what the fuck to do.

Foto de Craig McDean.