my life on ecstasy, and i dont mean the trips but the morning after. its like the world is veiled in smoke, or rather i am veiled in smoke, of the sort that resembles fog in that it doesnt move. its hard to fill fog with something. celebrating my youth, wasting my youth. wasted german youth. we must fly occasionally, we all have to feel that joy or we are nothing. emir kusturica. i want to catch the moments and make them my own, but theres nowhere i want to go despite all those places i am at.

some air to breathe.

i want to shoot.
my sister, 20110408.