I have no idea how this thoughts got into my mind and wrote themselves with my hands. I have the strange feeling of turning on the other side. Like a piece of cloth...My inside is getting outside, hiding the surface and letting everything release....I feel like paint going down the canvas and I am looking for my brush to put me in the right shape...idea...dream.
I feel curved...I feel bending...I feel breaking and putting myself back together within a second. Strange, and funny...This is the good bad. This is me coming to you in the same time with you coming to me...this is joining...angels and demons, disaster and happiness...I love you, I love you, I love you....I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. Now SCREAM!
Time: 1 Day, 3 hours, 20 minutes before arriving in Bucharest
Weather: Sun+12 degrees Celsius
Mood: butterflies in my stomach (I should stop eating dream-caterpillars at some point)
Activity: messenger, facebook, eRepublik, chat, smoking, Coke, packing
Music: Red Hot Chili Peppers -I Could Have Lied
Picture:
The spaceship Aurora is ready to fly on Uranus and send stellar butterflies from there to you!
NOTE: This is for you, my suffering friend. It's only you that can understand exactly how I feel. See you soon "home".
:) awaiting your arrival.
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