Tuesday, 6 September 2016

Paris was confusing



 sometimes you see it, sometimes you don't.


i'm going to make music, you'll see. 


getting to know my mother again. her name is Annie.





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it was all different 



i walked here on my own without a map, it took an hour until i saw it and then i saw it. 





i wrote about you. you and this tulip. 





 buildings and light. 


i don't want to go back.

there is no goodbye.

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