I was 4 PM, when the shades change brightness. I was the warm breeze of tropical city people wish they live near the sea Your iced coffee doesn't do much if you have it everyday. I was the late afternoon when you can't wait to leave despite that piercing feeling of knowing no home The traffic is your brain, congested with false hopes and desires to leave, to leave, and never arrive 15 dec 2022
live real. dream big.