Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Writing

I would drop everything I have and come back – right now. Without a thought. In the bat of an eye.

Oh yeah? 

I would return. You think I am heartless but I am not. I would turn around right now and come back if that's what you want.

All these mean nothing to you? Your hundred thousand euro apartment in Paris? All the sunsets that you watch from your balcony? Your friends who love you and will turn up to any house parties that you organise? To come back to sleep class trains, to stinking alleyways, to road constructions that never end? 

They mean a lot to me. But still the same, I would return.

You're bluffing. You don't know what you're saying. Night changes many thoughts. Go to sleep. 

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