My heart will go on

:)

Having extreme difficulties surviving surrounded by adults. The night train… it turned to a horror train. One after another… the hooker, the drunk man, the policemen, the dirty idiot cursing me while looking in my eyes and then sleeping almost on my seat. The pain in the neck, the night cold, the tiredness… The old good tiredness…

Waking up right on time to say hi to all those sunflowers.

Taking a taxi to a street called „Red Rose„. Staring at your x-best friend. Nothing has changed. He`s still there at the door – messy hair, eyes closed, pijamas, feeling no need to say welcome :) Hugging him. Entering the room as if you belong there and as if you`ll stay there forever. He`s already in bed. You rush to him. Throwing the backpack, pushing him to the other side, kissing his forehead goodnight and sleeping. No dreams, no nothing. Rejecting all calls. His mother. Your mother. His ex-girlfriend. Your sister. And the same list again ;)