I was on my boat, riding the savage sea. I have a hate-love relationship with the sea, I love this beautiful mystery but I hate the waves hitting my boat. My feet are wet but that's part of the storm. The waves are now smaller then they were. Three to four feet high. I must leave the storm now or my boat won't survive but it never stopped. Actually there's something good in it , the wind. Not the blasts that could kill you but the loud bursts of wind that helps your pipe to burn again and again until the storms end. You should always a fire near you, and the light from it will always be there. A little bit of light in this cold darkness. I must stay awake and the night is long. But I think it will be clearer soon. The waves are low -two feet- and the wind less violent. And here I am , on my boat. Where should I go? I don't know yet , enjoying myself in this infinite world
I'm in Wallis for a few days with my parents. You can't escape your condition and god-damn I'm tired of hating myself because of my bourgeois family. Anyway I'm living in luxury, in a nice hotel with a spa. Everything is beautiful I have to say, so much old artifact here. Some ancient paintings and engraving are on the wall. I miss my guitar and the cold is unbearable, my phone battery doesn't last long outside. And it's for the better i can't text her. Today i blocked her from all my social networks, and i feel light now. A lot of things happened since I've wrote them. That's what i say to all my far away close friends. Well i lost my best friend and it hurts bad, really really bad. And It's all my fault. She helped me a lot and I'm very thankful for it. She helped me go thru what i thought was the hardest part of my life. Jokes on me it's right now the hardest part of my life and i feel alone, i miss her. Depression is though, it's ...
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