There was something wrong that summer.
She was drunk a lot, he was high a lot.
Too many people were sleeping over.
The music was always too loud.
Someone made me drink a glass of Tia Maria with milk.
We had a new car, a summer home, new furniture.
Something wrong.
We were three for the last time.
This is me, this was me.
I remember everything, except what I forgot.
the memory select and keep just the principal of the life.
each night your ”subconscient” make a clean up on your hard drive
i like a tia maria whith milk
familiar ground, where things look good but it’s just the icing on a cake made of shit.
“I remember everything, except what I forgot.”
brilliant.
routier: I need a reboot more than a clean up 😉
jeliel: I love your analogy, exactly right.
veronica: thank you.
A brilliant entry, although painful. You said so much in just a few words.
Chris
My Blog
thank you chris 🙂