Sometimes you do not write because the words haven’t yet reached the ready stage or they are scattered randomly without making the whole sense. But this time I do not seem to have enough of time to sit and type and when I finally do get to the keyboard, there is always something else that […]
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I suddenly remembered something about the keys. Under some eerie inspiration when X has left for good, on that day I went out and bought a lock and a key, a small one, purely to symbolise for my own imagination the door that was closed. I truly cannot remember where did I get this idea
Two weeks passed rather quickly and I have returned to home sweet home. Leaving it has been a challenge somewhat, not as much in logistical sense, though walking across the sleeping town in the middle of the night to catch the last train and spend few pre-flight hours at airport didn’t appeal like fun thing
