I hope there’s a city somewhere with a dwarf sky and dystopian cookies, that would take me. 

It’s not that I don’t like it here,

but too many roads, too many segregated bars with too many nice people…

there’s no fist fights, there’s no frightening and tormented alleyes, there’s no utopic discussions over a coffee…

getting sucked with all these purifying caricatures of being productive…no trivialities to smoke away over a night bed. 

With beautiful girls… constantly supporting and getting knocked out for all the shits men do…

Where’s the place with girls doing all the shits? 

I have been here for enough sunsets to know the value through which you can actually get on the road and get moving, 

but I’d rather go all the way with a place than a person… 

There’s a place for every songs…

I have heard it somewhere, 

There’s a place for every songs…

What if we all die with just one song on our lips and one love to be tasted with your drink. 

Cheers to those long and vouched amnesia. 

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