inertia blooms, thoughts lay rancid under the tropical sun.
somewhere at the back of my head is a haunting reminder that the heat saps away all willingness to make an effort at a halfway to decent existence or for that matter, any desire to live.
it's no longer those romantic summers of yore filled with white-washed haciendas, enchanting cooling breezes to play among its pillars.
it's fearing and loathing, disgust and hate, sweat mingling with tears and the feeling that this city is eating you alive.
but i stay. and i wait. until the acid rain flows down heat street and life smiles once again.
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