but i learned fast how to keep my head up, cause i know there is this side of me that wants to grab the yoke from the pilot, and just fly the whole mess into the sea.
i left all my friends at the morning bus stop shaking their heads. "what kind of life you dream of? you're allergic to love." yes i know but i must say in my own defense, it's been undeniably dear to me, i don't know why. when every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters.i knew the worthless dregs we are.