We've been buried alive between dreams and reality
So today I want to start a new column. Something different, something risky, some stories and thoughts I wrote down on my travels. Recently I started to write again, more personal than before and I feel really good about these little creative escapes.Please be free to tell me what you think about it, but keep in mind that these are my personal experiences and thoughts, that there is no wrong or right. I never publish a text that is about a recent situation to keep everyone involved safe, just for your Information.
Its weird. The whole dating thing. Something went crazy good for a weekend, then life came, you rarely talk and when, its only about how you are. And then there are this little moments. A ' I miss you' ' wish I could be with you' or a random get into each other in town on the way to get some drinks and a ' maybe see you later? Text me', but we both know we won't. The moments you realise why that weekend or night happened in the first place, and why it probably won't happen again. Dates got cancelled, or never got a time that fitted for both, cause lets be honest, there where more important things. Only in moments when we are really desperate, we suck energy out of this memories and maybe hope for a remake. Until the next adventure starts.
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