BLACKOUT
Blackout describes a precise moment in our history, yet it is a timeless tale.
It speaks of anxiety, of how difficult it sometimes is to be human.
It speaks of the wind.
It speaks of the storm that takes everything in its wake,
erasing all traces of what once was.
It speaks of the emptiness that fills the stomach,
of the paralyzing chaos, of the fear of tomorrow.
It speaks of the deafening noise made by silence - can't you hear it?
Suspended mid-stride, we are gasping for air.
We are waiting. Stuck in an exhausting time dilation, we are tired, exhausted.
And at the same time, we are energy, we are electricity, we are explosion.
We are trapped, but we are constantly seeking the light.
It speaks of anxiety, of how difficult it sometimes is to be human.
It speaks of the wind.
It speaks of the storm that takes everything in its wake,
erasing all traces of what once was.
It speaks of the emptiness that fills the stomach,
of the paralyzing chaos, of the fear of tomorrow.
It speaks of the deafening noise made by silence - can't you hear it?
Suspended mid-stride, we are gasping for air.
We are waiting. Stuck in an exhausting time dilation, we are tired, exhausted.
And at the same time, we are energy, we are electricity, we are explosion.
We are trapped, but we are constantly seeking the light.
