Lower Manhattan

Photo by Luka Reedy on Unsplash

Thanks God, for not speaking to us.
Unforeseeable mirrors portrayed a parallel reality, maybe where I wanted to just fall and befriend destiny. Probably not.

Puddles of mud, were vital.. to remind the pedestrian of how far humanity stood from mother earth's nipples thirst, grabbed by the digital work neck stiffness, refusing to gaze the familiar danger of metro



I pour my heart involuntarily into words, since I found that writing is the ultimate solution for a nightmarish sailing journey. I can still connect with you :)

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