You can time travel when u look at the blinking star. Thousand years ago somebody has looked at it and probably thought about the same think you are thinking right now, thousands of years later, another existence will be looking at it aome night and will feel the same. That could be you stretching between thousands and thousands of years and feel the aame at every point of it. Silence in the air, silence is rare in the city of constant romance, silence in the air, silence and despair. 

I look at almond blooms and I feel the same. We leave some part of us in things we look deep in their souls and we leave that parts for good. A part of our existence by which we are we. By which we know that thing and we know it's different. No soul, no love. Only shattered and left parts that makes us the I we can even find in the darkness of a blackhole.

I miss every single parts I have left by looking into the deep of something. The deep, the unreachable depth of a being, the thousand years and million miles distance of a star. I can breathe in the air of that depth and that distance. And... And feel complete when the most shattered puzzle ever not meant to be made.

decisions are normally not this hard to make. I wonder if this means the true kind of responsibility or not, tearing yourself up between two choices. Going the kind way, the path you have always taken and lead you to nothing but disrespect, nothingness and sadness or take the new way, turn your heart into stone, be strong and delete the extra which normally abuse you. Cut the abuse, cut it cold heartedly.

i have an opportunity, a great one indeed a good contract with good money to offer it to someone. I am the one who has to make the call, I can text him, call him and give this project to to him. It's best for him indeed. But is it best for me? Is it a wise move for me as a manager? as a person? as an ex? shall I do so?

I have been struggeling for days and I came to no decison. I would need my best firend advice but he happens to be my ex and the one I have doubt about so... I still don't know. 

All ur fault. Let's be childish n point to the truth. All ur fault. Whatever that happens, ur damn fault.