i hate the fact that
every morning
the sky reflects
the pollution
in the air and
we think it’s
beautiful
every
single
day.

I am forever walking upon these streets,
Betwixt the city of dead and the living,
'tween the peaceful hush of graves and sorrowful stillness of multitude.
The eternal silent zephyr of cemetery will erase my footprints,
And the clamouring wind of extant will blow away the tranquility.
But the streets and the cities will remain there—forever.