If the intensity-insanity of this moment could last an eternity, I wouldn’t have to wake up tomorrow with my brains in disarray. If you were here in this smoke-filled room, swaying to the same rhythm, I could walk across the floor and ask your name … but you’re never here.
(scribbled on the napkin of my drink)
Vasilis Lym.
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