Autor: dailyabril


Yesterday Sebas left.
Everytime it hurts a little bit less, the farewells I mean. Not because I’m suddenly made of stone, on the contrary, every time I become more permeable to love -To receive, without questioning-
But it always happens to me, that before wishing a friend to have good trip, I remember a flash that sometimes between pitches harasses me.

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My Thing

When I’m drunk I always re-read our conversation, it’s like my thing. It makes me remember that time when I was on mdma, walking around in Berlin and it suddenly started to rain and for a second I laughed at it, as I felt like you were with me.

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