... we wanted to, my one night, a night all to myself, as I had for some time.
return home "soon" after a good chat with a friend ...
to think, let it slide last these fucking thoughts messed up, buried, buried ... poof.
Street. * * With the sound of the wind.
Who knows what's in the night. The darkness. The stars. The street lights. The moon is tonight woooooo ...
so well but I want the sun, warmth and light that you can not watch it.
Yet, I'm here to betray him with tonight. * Shudder * Return floor, not to wake the others are sleeping, e. .. and that's it. Just
commitments, just rumors, just enough to duties that you hammer in the consciousness. Until morning. You can also see the 4 am today, so tomorrow there is nothing so important ... and do not wake up early for work, this time, but to stay here. Knowing that you can stay here, to feel (there is a verb like mapperchéddiamine FEEL in Italian!?), To feel the night. To hear yourself.
Hello, welcome back. How are you? Well thanks. Get along. Groping toward the new era that we seek. Always. Climb mountains, cross the stormy seas, broken walls. As we build more. We enjoy the moments of calm. But go quiet, we do not give up mica, here. I was just
said that you get used to the routine to become adults. Only to hear the word "routine" I am sick to your stomach. I will probably actually grown to really seriously down there I want to be. Or maybe I'll never be that kind of adult. Or will it be also that I'll get used to the routine ... A little 'mine is a "routine Safe" ... But you see that kind of moment I jumped off in the middle of this fucking routine.
* deep breath. Smile .* goodnight.
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