All these lonely smoking days and seeking of shelter in an empty hut near the unforgiving sea during a thunderstorm, witnessing the dying warmth of a sunset and have the skies lit up again in purple bolts, makes me feel like a homeless, loveless, drug addict.

All these lonely smoking days and seeking of shelter in an empty hut near the unforgiving sea during a thunderstorm, witnessing the dying warmth of a sunset and have the skies lit up again in purple bolts, makes me feel like a homeless, loveless, drug addict.