Rambling
Sorry for writing in english, words just come to me easier when its not my native tongue. Strange that is.
I had a thing while living in Stockholm. Just after arriving home, I tended to go to the rooftop and smoke a few cigarettes by myself in silence, watching over the town from high up there on the sixth floor. There’s nobody on the streets, no walkers, no cars, the city was empty and still under the hazy street lights. My fingers would be freezing. Smoke blows into the air and fades away with the wind.
Essential moments in life. Accepting the struggle that it is, most essentially.
I had a thing while living in Stockholm. Just after arriving home, I tended to go to the rooftop and smoke a few cigarettes by myself in silence, watching over the town from high up there on the sixth floor. There’s nobody on the streets, no walkers, no cars, the city was empty and still under the hazy street lights. My fingers would be freezing. Smoke blows into the air and fades away with the wind.
Essential moments in life. Accepting the struggle that it is, most essentially.
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