There are sometimes, when something is not cristal clear that this thing, this bird, wolf and deer, howls in a whisper. It's just a moment, a couple of precise seconds. It's sharp and usually right but suddenly falls asleep.
I have this certanity about this thing that dwells within me. I think a couple of times I've seen it's form.
Someone that used to work solving crimes starts talking about some kidnapping, murder or disgrace of some kind.
Then, then I heard a whole forest screaming inside of me. It's like my brain was dynamite and someone would had lit a spark. A succession of explosions starting a fire in the man that I am.
Tunnel vision, several hypothesis happening to each other and a pasion like I've never felt before burning me from the inside.
There is something inside me. A dark forest that sleeps day and night.
For now.
