"And in the end, the beaches are left spread out into solitude waiting to be praised for their beauty. The cities creep up like hateful religions filled with nothing; but still pulchritudinous enough to entice just about anyone. The streets lie covered in cigarette butts. The pavements are stitched together with one predicament after another. A million homeless dreams holding each other’s hands and never letting go. “WALK ON US TO GIVE US PURPOSE” The million bombs and dreams that we sacredly sit on every day are the only things that define us anymore. Our prayers are like those bombs, only difference being that they implode. Singing out loud into the ocean, nobody sleeps into silence anymore."