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January 7, 2007
Time’s passing by with a shocking swiftness. But this shade of blue is still written under my eyelids, while this scent of air stays imprinted into my mind. And I find myself in the port with the wind violently happy with heavy earrings of mine.
If the price for relieving from being homesick is letting the mind play tricks on me, I shall pay it for once.
Because dreams have no paradise, they die and never come back. And I badly need these memories to last and to let me be quietly and safely insane for many night to come.