There’s something about rainy nights that you can’t understand without being hopelessly in love with someone.
She was like those fluorescent infested tunnels that you go through; in a long journey of loosing yourself.
Loudspeakers mumble in the atomic collisions of brutal rain…and she is in my mind.
She is in my mind…
But I have never been able to say to her that as much as I love the roads…the open sky…the surreal crickets of forgotten bushes…
I dream about the shelter she gave me…I dream about the roof that we have shared together in nights of forecasted apocalypse…
I forget the lyrics of every god-damned songs, but I remember the times your lips touched a harmonica and made a music of lucid cognition.
I remember her like I remember the nights this city walked in rain without inviting my drunk attire.

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Photograph: Ana Sayfa.