Far too long. Way too long.
What got me back here?
A terrible loss feeling of those late nights in smoked up caffes, when you had just enough to drink to feel the world embracing you, when you smoked so much that your trout is soar, where a guy plays Metallica and Bob Dylan tunes and everyone sings along. Where your stranger friends smile at you across too many tables and their soul cries out : we’re one.
That’s why I’m back.
I miss home. ba mi dor..
luna amara..urma…grimus…ei toti..