notes from out there.

10pm and not much further. Lying on the floor again, sky in the corner of a slightly opened window. Eyes continuously trying to find something to focus on in the city-coloured late light. Distant music random chatter and a bus on its way following the new route. The lines of individual stories, told to a mild summer wind. (Have a soothing night wherever you are.)

#outerworld #concrete_city #later_that_day_later_that_night

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