Sunset burns in my eyes like a piece of nostalgia not yet extinguished at the border of steel and soil shadows stretch long become a silent giant bearing the weight of all these years standing still in the fissure of time at the street corner where town meets countryside I remember the sparkling beach waves murmur in foam lapping the shores of memory on the other side it's the roar of bulldozers the arousal of cityβs neon sinking into a soft sofa is what many dwellers here call life two souls twist in the night loneliness heavier than our skeletons two unfamiliar thoughts pressed in a momentarily illusion breaths synced like a metronome falling and rising searching for any place to land wind tapping the windowpane bringing the paleness of dawn behind us who are numb to the passion mountains stretch on silent and strong lifting a vast sky beneath it all is the weave of city and country the tangle of dreams and reality and the countless footsteps of the faceless setting out again, fading down the hall in the morning faint click of a door sealing off the shape of a little comfort.