It has been a week since I returned to Vienna and thereby ended my prior journey, so the things, objects that have traveled with me still carry the moments, the people, the feelings.
And as such one of these objects has reminded me of the shit. That unexplainable shit that I didn't actually want to write about, ever. Maybe because I don't really want to let go of it- even though I'm a week past ready. The lovely shit, the shit that made me never want to let go and yet destroy all of my surroundings into a million pieces as painfully and relentlessly as I could!
And it's funny cause before that, there was only a bit of annoyance- annoyance that I was naive enough to associate with emotions. I increased the importance of such to such a huge level, that I myself, felt like a war veteran, yeah I felt super badass cause-holly crap!- I survived, little did I know.
None of that matters anymore
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