Storms

My head is a haunted place

Filled with moans of filthy ghosts

And sorrow of past memories

It’s a dangerous place for a little girl to wander

The storm of the constant worries thunder

It’s not a place for the weak

Nor is it a place with peace

By the roar of the waves of shadow

She longs to get washed further and further away

- The Sandpiper)

*Pictures by Mario Sanchez Nevado