the strange feeling of seeing everything for the first time, like if in every second, the years that will come, like the beginning, everything that we have lived repeats infinity, we repeat ourselves infinity in brand new spaces and moments, deep inside a hope, to save ourselves, or at least to don´t mess things up, not this time, cause it´s all perfectly well-off, because i´m perfectly well-off in here, cause time follows my pace and not the other way around, we fuck each other´s up, i think about how many people i let down, all the people that made me cry, from the beginning, from where there were summer and winter and then summer again and it supposed to be nice and calm but it didn´t, it actually was weird twisted and corrupted... i woudn´t change a thing, not a word, not a sentence, everything is just fine, everything is more than perfect now, like a post-card, from an exotic land in some way familiar, a mix of many different things, like when you wake up or when you touch somebody you like and it feels so good and strange, or when you see close your eyes for a while till you see little stars coming to you, i do that all the time, when i was little i used to get scared with the idea of opening my eyes and be blind, i want to do a list with the names of everybody i´ve ever known, i met amazing people, weird people, creepy people, we´re all eccentric, we´re all so very much beautiful
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