It is a pleasant spring morning.
I hear the utter lifelessness of the streets
A girl and a boy chase
bubbles by the sea
i feel i am getting to know them
Is it Sunday?
Who knows, anyways?
they seem to be having fun
the breeze pushes the bubbles far away
Fascinating yet meaningless.
I see a woman behind a window
Something in her makes me
feel good
there are many things out there
I like to think that.
everything is getting farther and stranger.
i hold my head high.
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