In pain, and in love

--> Colours, smell
Hope, despair
Familiarity, strangers
Others have walked the path
I am just another traveler
But do our eyes see that one smile
Breathe in that intoxicating passion
Taste that glory of life
Subdue the pain
Fall in love

On the road, promise of comfort?

Market buzzing with sounds and smells. Refreshing

Illusion of choice.

Tyres. Rice. But of course.

The doors to hell.
Looking through the windows of hell, I see beauty.

Soothing, I forget.

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