yesterday while talking to a dear friend of mine i remembered this story from my childhood. about a conversation i had with this hippie guy in the south at this park i use to go on sundays. i was thirteen years old so you can picture. and at some point he asked me what was the most important thing in life. and i romantically answered: love. and he said no. breath. and so i came to believe that no bad feeling can beat a deep breath.
that's why i always say: stop. easy. breathe.
take control of your own core.
and beware of the blood. :D
the rest is love.
be happy.
i hope you have a great trip to your future. i hope you are happy in your new transitory bedroom. it was a great farewell party and no matter where you are i will always be by your side. i don't care how cheesy this may sound and i don't care if i have tears in my eyes. you were there for me. áuieis.
and E.S. is our guy.