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My hometown washed away by the rain

Turin was bleak a few days ago
The sunlight couldn't seep in
In this northern city teeming with life
I doubted I was welcomed
Inhaling oxides combined with other elements and particulates
And the smoke fog that these chemical reactions created
I may be developing a cancer inside the body or the brain
I miss Salento’s sun
I’m obsessed with the colours which it pours unto me
Walking with a limp as this thought deranged my mental faculties
I sat on a bench by the river
The glistening body of water reminded me of the place
I would like to be buried in
The time for my job interview was approaching and
For once I refused to die and chose to live

I called my baby, she had just woken up
She embraced my worries and gave me a few minutes to breathe
Will I ever succeed? Should I stop smoking weed?
THC burning the neurones and poisoning the reasoning
Should I just quit and run away from things when they get hard?
Will I ever be up to the task? Should I go back wearing masks?
Now that I finally felt free, but then what is freedom if not another construct of the mind?
I'm truly…