She is there
standing at the cold white coast,
the city seemed backwards as we kept going for the lost warmth in a windy night.
With all the schematic securities we still feel vulnerable to changes,
that says a lot about our constant incompleteness through evolution.
She knows that,
and she is still keeping her toes to the wild surf to get the believes to the bones.
I don’t believe in an association without the turmoils of thoughts,
she knows that I am watching her, she knows that longings have a way to be banal like monsoon valleys…
In this sudden sharing of a sunset,
two seagulls are running to the farthest lengths of the shadows,
in search for an idea to be able to be fucked with unseen yearning.

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Photograph: Aleksandar Kyng.