those were great times, eh?
ground control to peter...
nothing to worry about, living our dream, not caring much about who we are or who are we supposed to be... time has ceased to exist, and we just smoked on the balcony, listening to great music, talking about women, life -basic things with a really philosophical approach though-, just the stuff those do who can really afford being careless.
just slightly over a dozen, those people succesfully created a pocket-sized universe of perfection.friendship were born out of nowhere, lifes were linked in a blink of an eye; and we didn't even recognize it. just now, sitting here, almost one year after it.
ground control to peter...
great memories should never make our job in the present harder, but now its a pretty hard pill to swallow...
the past years' milestones always ended with flights: leaving Trabzon in late May, Istanbul (Bourgas) in mid-June, not to mention the near past journeys. it was great, but it has to be released, huh?
ground control to peter...
just having a little shot of memories here... guess it happens with everyone. im back on earth, houston. with two feet standing.
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