You can never see how this city floats on ocean at night, 

You open your doors; you will see salt waters…

and I am thirsty, we are all thirsty. 

Let’s all leave this city and leave each other. 

Let’s all be with each other through transmissions of written words and silences. 

How we can listen to each other when we are never here? 

I can’t take you…I can’t touch you on your death bed…I can’t see you in your sleep; showing curves, showing your bones made of waters. 

And I know you can’t too. 

Let’s just leave everything as it is…no shoes, no brownies, no asylums, no prohibition of cigarettes…

And if we can’t go enough…we will return here,

and we will make a warship out of this city. 

We will die in it’s ocean and live in it’s memories.

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Photograph: Google. 

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