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The Turkish man stopped singing. By the sea, in my sheets and on my mind. His voice faded into the distance and I faded into revisiting blurry nights of romancing Phoenicians. Thank you Turkish man for the company, it's time I do some post modern routines now, who needs a protagonist anyway. #liveloveletgo #thecurseofgrowingup #fuckingrayofsunshine #happygolucky #lifeasweknowit
Go ahead and kiss as many frogs as you please, you're only ending up with sticky lips and the poor frogs with blue balls. #fuckingrayofsunshine #liveloveletgo #thecurseofgrowingup #happygolucky #hatersgonnahate #rant
The Turkish man is still singing, and as his words mix with the trance the sound of my footsteps had created, I stopped. I have walked so far my feet and the repeat button can't hold me any longer... I stopped, I sat on the sidewalk and started writing this till I was able to walk again. I walked, sprinted, and ran till it hit me close to home, I sat on another sidewalk and I wept, smoked a cigarette and realized that this city is mine, and soon enough you will be no one, just the way you were. There and then, I was tired of walking in circles and took a cab home. #fuckingrayofsunshine #thecurseofgrowingup #liveloveletgo #lifeasweknowit #hatersgonnahate #amuse #thoughtsofyou #happygolucky
Sleep with one eye open. #fuckingrayofsunshine #thecurseofgrowingup
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Clothes are optional...it's the weekend! Happy news feed material for @luca_alaa #fuckingrayofsunshine #happygolucky #hatersgonnahate #liveloveletgo #thecurseofgrowingup #lifeasweknowit
an ode to a(muse)
Opportunities are countless under the cold sun
Touching black mirrors to transcend
Emoji’d virtual reality, disconnected to connect
It was a long winter of snowflakes.
Disabled and dismantled count down
Command me to be well. I told the butterflies
As a tower whose top is in the heavens, stood still
So well.
Between the lines of every construction
Antonyms put together in a colloquial syntax
Riddling the traits of my protagonist
There you are, there you were
My muse, my supply of daydreams
Whisky doesn’t taste the same
How many decisions does it take to make the right one.
How could I possibly end this un-revised, raw piece of my mind that I don't intend to proofread, ever
