Filing errands makes you drowsy and nautious. The tube dampens your senses. The highrises make you feel down. Your values are re-prioritised. You become the binmen’s *****, but all is not charred. You have the chance to remember before, and you grasp redemption as sand now sifts through your fingertips. The stars awaken the you beneath the superficial. The water nourishes your ignored thirstiness for passion.
Written while spending time in Mexico. I had just finished my first term of university and despite all the fun I had had, I was depressed. Away from evweything, Mexico gave me the chance to work on myself and recover.