They were kissing like there was no tomorrow. It was quite obvious, one was leaving, one was staying behind. But I could not make my mind. She must be leaving, she looks travel ready, I said to myself watching unashamed from a distance. And then I immediately reverted. It must be him, he really looks like a foreigner. I just couldn’t decide. But they were almost literally one into the other.
Behind security I later met with him. So he was the one leaving.
Fell asleep with my smartphone in one hand. Woke up early, turned around the block, enjoyed the chilled morning air. Made a long coffee with the little that was left and dug into the old cocoa bag that was unopened all this years. So is life with dogs, depression, and no spare time. Yay.
Some do it better, some don’t.
Or take a picture from your window.
I would never call my place that, because I am known for being dyslexic at times. I might invite people to Fishy Taste Restaurant.
This was supposed to be a self-portrait.
Due to lack of time and ideas, this blog might turn into a fotoblog. Please do not protest.
And then he cried.
Funny, I don’t remember the pain. I remember feeling empty, amputated, crying too much. Where is all the hurt? And why do I want to remember?
Here we were the three of us. One might say past, present and future. Problem was I didn’t feel present, while none of them didn’t feel like the future.
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