I'm leaving town. I've packed my bag, washed my hair, ate my breakfast and now I'm getting ready to leave this joint behind - and it feels great, even though it's temporary, like all good things that must come to an end...
The air seems... easier to breath, when I know I'm on my way somewhere. When I'm on the way to see new things, live new things, feel new things. When I'm in Stockholm, I so easily slip in to the wheel of the emotional swamp-world.
Maybe that's what I should do. Just collect my meager savings and fly away from here.
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