It's 3 o clock in the morning. Wind forced open the window, come in my room and help himself flying all of my papers on the floor. It has been two hour I keep myself awake, thinking about all the non-sense about the future, I was incapable of being in this very moment. Rain in the air scatter on my face, but my heart was at somewhere else. Somewhere in the pass...
Idle in front of the stormy sky, raging wind asked me go back to sleep, but I didn't.
I have found the beauty of the rain.
Maybe you would, one day.
Blue is the taste, most ppl don't like it.
Just like Heineken, bitter sweet. Taste like
... life.
