Everything came here all at once…
The local lavender coloured alcohol, the solitude at the mercy of something too stretched in my conscience,
the fluffy terrain inside my body
and the memories of a woman, merciless in her arousing fluidity.
I am hopelessly inspired here without the burden of mobile networks and contemporary trivialities.
Crimes happening outside, pounding hearts are getting wrecked by the emerging bulls…rain still getting it’s poetic soul pampered by shallow poets…
And I am staring at this wooden celling long away from all these…in a hope of catching one murder in this amicable and benighted land.
I guess it takes more courage to finish a life than to make one…
People always gets preventive when it comes to speeding up the inevitable.
This forest, these shelters of matchboxes, these delirious pines can never soothe the eyes of urban caricatures,
I need my passing red lights, my attaining mists, my late night women and my words which are dying instead of me.

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Photograph: Eli U.