by Akhim Alexis Artem Zhyzhyn There are evils and there are misfortunes, Lately it’s been hard to distinguish between the two Like comprehending a code with no numbers Just signs, landmarks of dilapidated thoughts. My mind has become nebula Causing all concepts of happiness to become stuck In traffic — blurred vision. When you’re as young as the night You’re allowed many faces, One for your lover and the others for those who are yet to be loved “In France they say everyday l