My Monsters: an innermost fairy tale

Looking back, running down my monsters are coming to pick me from ground Rushing home as far as I can but darkness surrounds me all over there And differently from before not even the sky to struggle for This is a mere representation of one of my deep dark moment, when everything is happening around me is seen through that paranoic, dark eye, through the obsession of the repetition of the elements I photograph, like the repetitions of my thoughts and my thinking are obsessing me in these moments. Photography as usual is a little piece of self-made therapy agianst that: visualising how I feel helps me in getting over it.