Arrived and still getting there. Washing the past off my face. Replacing it with sticky sun. Must admit, I love the filthy hair. A shooting star is waving at me. Hello friend. Time’s twice as long as back home. The never ending sea makes me dizzy. Perfect to get lost. The night will find me and makes me see. Nothing is in a relation to me. I miss the city. But I miss myself more. Need to crawl into myself. Please give me wings. I’m in need. Of the nothingness of the sand.
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