There’s hot ashes everywhere.
An apocalypse just happened.
I saw people dying out of suffocation.
My people, the people with whom I have shared my thoughts.
The people who have hated me without any reason, the people who have loved me without any reason.
I have seen them slouching on smoky rails.
How a life goes?
How a man become memories?
How one gets lonely with the thought of an old world?
The questions are flailing.
I guess without the ideas of living minds everything falls apart like this.
The process of detachment has started…
The suffocation starts…
Do I have the option of not going?
Can I watch one more death by the side of this deserted riverbed one more time?

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Photograph: Google.

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