Regular night bro rendez-vous. Talked a lot. Now feel I talked unduely much and fast then. But let it go. So many things just vanished out of sight and of mind, and deposit in memory only for re-surfacing in some day.
It’s a luxury to spend a while writing daily. I used to think it’s about time. Then I came to know it’s not only abou time, but more about how you feel time, you experience time, you spend time.
While finally everthing is to no avail, you just murmur the words: