Dystopia

I was dreaming: I had a hole on the right side of my back.
My lungs were there, unprotected, almost possible to fall out through the hole.
I was afraid they will be pressed, when I was a sleep.

And then I met the black sides.
The suburbs of doom in Glasgow.
Faraway I saw gigantic concrete buildings appear . They were all lightening of a lamp from the roof of ether blue or purple lights. “Coues they look nicer”
In this prisons drug addicted are living for free.
One of the most black atmosphere I ever felt, but I saw it from a car window faraway.
If you choose to go through this cities, you might not come back again.