Glass Tubes

I like sky.

It's very bright when there are no clouds, to the point that my eyes are a little bit hurt, but that's just a little price to pay for this rare sight.

Once I've dreamed of endless building made of metal. I couldn't see it's beginning nor it's end, only yellow metal and rust.

I met it today.

Memory of leaves trying to escape from the Iron grips.

It feels as if centuries passed.

I don't like red. I used to like it, but not anymore, it's too much too bright to everywhere as if everything will be in it, sooner or later.

I saw them,

It was a long dream. Something was very wrong.

Is it... Looking at me?

Oh no

I shouldn't have taken this photo