"I was central, I had control, I lost my head, I need this, I need this."
Well, I really don't care what Freud would think about me, I just don't have that gift. I've been dreaming the same old shit and I still want the doorbell scene. I kept wondering if it was or it will be the drunk, the bored, the curious or the grateful girl over there, but frankly, I don't give a fuck, I'm the kite flyer after all...
I do miss the ocean, the starry sky and the desert wind, here is only the deafening silence of an unstoppable summer rain. I see us now like one sees the fragmented sky through the trees. You were right, though: This is good. I heard the thunder last night, I'm not waiting. I know I remain everywhere.