plants grow through concrete

 

 

when my gut is strung out like a towel

and then it’s time to turn electronic devices off

 

I will come and go. It’s okay.

Life is a roundtrip flight.

You and I won’t be there all that long, won’t see all the places, won’t meet all the people.

But that’s okay because at least you went, you saw, you left

and you put in your pouch the memories you won’t be able to translate

(it’s all for you now)

 

a deserted street whispers

of the concrete’s inability to breathe.

[Picture taken with Nikon D5300, at Singapore, Singapore)

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