i don't .... you anymore

18 or 19 th of July, i lost the sence of time and dimension. way too patient this days - main sin. specific places and people make our minutes
left a mark under the river. non-bottled messages, quick as a spark.

lonely birds-lonely birds

my mothers blood inside of you, leaving soon.
the very long-goodbye to my lovely lover London

and when i come back, we will make new love