Agoraphobia

Sometimes it fades in and out, one headlight on the distance, on the distance, on the distance, beyond the fog, beyond the dogs, beyond the gods, a light beyond the night, beyond our sights. Always out of reach, like those memories that appear time after time (or once in a while, I don't really know), crossing my head like a lightning bolt; but I also ain't sure if they're mine, voices, smiling faces, pass before my eyes, incomprehensible, pieces of a stranger mind on the shattered darkness of my head.
But they fade away as they came, slowly diving in the void...
And then, desperation screams all over my skull when I know that summer's almost gone; every time it disappears, the warm sensation of a doubtfully remembered sun leaves mi skins clinging to every cell, the sound of the sea vanishes, caressing my ears, the faces are devoured by the void, and it's all darkness, and screams, and the dogs all over again, all over again, all over again...