® 2012 :: things that could happen

 

Dark and cold. January. Game night with friends, you can't lose even when you gamble. Recipe of survival. You're my friend so you let me draw on you.

 

This time winter won't go. Sun has no alternatives. When we escape, we often find each other. My friend told me yesterday, life is an interpretation of light and colour. So all we need to do is to lean in and come out of the shadow. You know you're in trouble if you can only see through the mirrows.

 

Bad times, good times. Memories. Distant, then removed. Move over.

 

We take the bumpy roads. These moments, like youth. We might remember them later on.

 

There it was. You will always be me, I will always be you. [We're always going to be]

 

And then, there was the order of things.

 

Before or/and after.  The joy of a fantasy with a sharp silhouette.

 

When least expected. Bang.

 

First time merengue. Quiet, little-moments. Like mini-pizzas. Exhaustion only lasts a moment.

 

in the afternoons   the city was always golden and the thoughts persisted

 

Despite many shades of grey [some things come in black and white.]

. OUT OF HERE .