heart. they should've made it stronger

and wiser. and with a bad memory.

but somehow we ended up with this fragile little thing which gives us the biggest headaches. when it doesn't remind us what happiness really is. and that would be love.

tonight I came back looking like I just left wearing my night gown. truth is I could hardly wait to get home and get some sleep. the feeling of arriving home is something I will always enjoy in a particular way. I've seen some new streets tonight, deserted if I don't count the beggars and the omnipresent dogs. this city is queer, so full of light, of cabs, of people coming back or going to some parties and so empty, so dark, filled with black old buildings, with big windows and iron doors. I feel like it's a hypocrite city somehow.

have a good night!