when the piles of leaves are overwhelming

Yesterday it rained from dark morning until dark night. It was the time of the year when the beautiful golden autumn turned into darkness, rain and loneliness. with the feeling of hopelessnes I  booked a ticket to London. Brighton baby. let´s face it and walk down the memory line. Life is about travel. 

let me smell the ocean again.

the freedom of travel

The most miserable part of traveling is the moment you realize that it´s actually over. It´s this heavy realization that you still have known all the time, but kind of ignored to live in the moment of what is about come. It´s the scene in a melancholic movie where it rains, the sky is black and the girl is obviously crying still looking unrealistically hot sobbing without a grin. I´m there now. Ryan air airport, a bench, a coffee, too good memories and bon iver in my ears. no tears though ( promise) maybe a grin because of too many sleepless nights. It´s super sad, but still already justifying thoughts of when and where to go next. It´s the freedom you love until it´s over and the euphoria turns to misery; until it´s too much and you refuse to accept it. Refuse to be bitter and appreciate the next step by the thoughts of what you had. It´s love and hate at the same time. it´s magic.

I love france. France loves me. I will be back. Written on a pack of cigarettes. true and naked friendship. 

Ma chérie adorée

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