And then I cry.

Loneliness comes like a young burglar, awkward in his craft and obvious during high noon when I’m home and wide awake… I chase it away, hurling obscenities, and call out to my god to condemn it to hell.

And then I cry.

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About Mauro Metallo

A Writer and Photographer equally at home in Italy and in Canada.

One response to “And then I cry.”

  1. David says :

    Fantastic image Mauro. The grainy high contrast treatment only adds to the despair

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