Thick glasses over this sky today. 

Opaque, layered and unstoppable. 

Window panes are diluted and flying with their cheap wings. 

A old man’s eyes, looking for the home… looking for the place where he left his woman and his newly bought flowers…

A song coming from the tunnel… shimmering and shining with unknown depressions. 

I am wondering in this town of distant humans…they don’t know me, 

I don’t know them. 

You miss your familiar faces when you know they are making their affections wet with the same rain…by which you are making yourself a corpse now.

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Photograph: Google.