Gloomy Mornings,

Surreal thoughts

Humid air makes me breath in all the possible germs which can be found in this  corrupted land. I enhale and exhale polluted air filling my lungs with dust. I imagine my two organs to be creased and covered in a thick trickly layer of little particles mixed with my inner fluids. Despite the fact of having dirty lungs I still venture outside admiring the world. It reminds me of life – it’s luck and misfortune. We have been beaten up to a pulp so many time yet we still get up and go.  

  

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