We all live inside an ocean
in different boats,
with different passengers for eternity.
There’s a lingering yearning in everyone’s eyes
as the sky goes from orange to grey
as the wind gets the senility…
Windows are fragile, trees are painted with uprooted painters
and all the boats starts swinging like mad edges.
Rain starts whispering music and the night starts pouring glasses of isolation.
Let’s just all break our compasses,
let’s just all go to the roof and bang those waves of cautions and involvements.
It must be true that we are all just one kiss and one puff away from entering into a frame of collisions…
Look around yourself…mad lovers running through the rain is the proof of that.

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Photograph: Google.