shot of joy to skies over Europe, 23.03.2019
two weeks later and I'm flying again, jumping cities to get to you. drowsy I look down the window. it's daytime, but the experience reminds me of Prague at night. of descending into a mysterious weekend, all nerves and excitement. I feel the same.
walking down the Parque Del Buen Retiro, missing you and feeling connected to everything, dragging such a profound sense of contentment, the near reality seems to warp around me
a carpet of clouds covers Düsseldorf. we begin descent, I feel it in my ears. diving and dying a little, to fall again inside those dangerous eyes.
no more distance. I'm here.
walking down the Parque Del Buen Retiro, missing you and feeling connected to everything, dragging such a profound sense of contentment, the near reality seems to warp around me
a carpet of clouds covers Düsseldorf. we begin descent, I feel it in my ears. diving and dying a little, to fall again inside those dangerous eyes.
no more distance. I'm here.