when i wrote this, i am literally a Berliner homeless.
it's six in the morning on winter time, dark as the dawn.
there my friend Cherine sleeping in front of me while i make myself warm on the couch.
this is the second couch i crushed in, in less than a week.
it's fine. it's okay. life's still good.
i don't need to tell you what happened in the last two years.
the last post in this blog is exactly a day before God took him away from this world.
no, not from me.
he belonged to the world.
and i just realized it a couple of weeks ago.
coincidence, maybe.
but at least it will be a fixed reminder how i felt about him all those passed years.
but those chapters are over.
even the spin-off, regrettable, crazy chapters are over.
here comes my new chapter:
a summer romance.
