puffs away, no regret.

19:53

i can sing this song so blue
that you will cry
in spite of you


you get to miss the sunshine pretty quickly, and the sea breeze too, and the narrow alleyways with the balconies floating above your head, with their beautifully arranged fake flowers and their laundry hanging on their strings, you start missing the wonders you are allowed to wear on your face, the palm trees and the aching feet that make you drop into bed too early, the aching eyes that make you get out too early, and all of that happens so soon, every moment is already gone and sad, i am getting old.

barcelona, easter 2014, so many things these days.

















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