You are a traveler,
I am a traveler,
We all are a traveler.
Let’s just stand over and
see the last sunset on the horizon,
let’s be in the failures of this river and imagine how beautiful the success would be.
Let’s drink a lot, fuck a lot and care a lot less…
The courage of an unlearned poet, the mystery of a flying sensation,
the bed is soft, the pussies are wet and the laughs transcend over the valley…
You know nothing about this phenomenon,
you know acceptance like an unknown pirate,
and you tell to write a love poem being on the verge of destruction.
Death, it will be…
Murderer, I will be…
The dissipation of awakenings, the time will be…
Where is the cave?
Where is the cold history?
Where is the place to hide and attack later like a panther?
like a matter,
the dusts of this matter.

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Photograph: Steve Winter.

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