sometimes we only need a quiet nite to understand that's all we actually need. quiet. peace. relief. understanding of the self. I managed not to become sad, I just sat there and enjoyed the beautiful view and the blurry morning which was making way through something which could've looked like a deserted Bucharest. it was nevertheless a matter of minutes until the city would've come back to life. and so were we. sleepy, tired, dreamy. it was hard to keep our eyes open while waiting for the sun. but the sun showed up somewhere behind the clouds. it didn't matter, we knew it was there. because clouds or no clouds, sun will always rise.
I couldn't help noticing lately that in songs people say the most painful things and the most sincere. things we never actually say in real life. we'd think they sound cheesy, that the beloved one might think they're too much. I suppose the most beautiful songs were born out of the greatest sufferance.
I tried to breath in the early morning, the huge beautiful windows that I desire for my own place, some place else. and last night I also got the feeling that past is always coming back in the weirdest way. same people, same feelings, same mistakes. we never learn, we cannot afford it.
poze: verde ursuz, last night/this morning