The Adventures of…

Sitting down I drag the damn thing down to the last few pulls, peering over at shy crowd of fifteen in the a re-arranged room.
[yeah, we´re back in Lima…´´

 Lucky me to share a toke, I can not help but look around and remember the feeling of getting up for school this morning before leaving on the plane. I had not consciously understood until that moment that every morning before school I would meditate in the morning, the time where I stay inside myself, still  

Staring at Paul Malls and thinking about a friend, non ever exgirlfriend, and giving peace to three years ago. . . ago, 200 if only thinking two years back.   <i look stern in the mirror now, celebrating Pisco from a year lagged promise, I feel now with here, b ut keep forgetting the verse.

There is indeed something to shake, it is time to plug in some dates – all while paying the dues I think on how much left of Guide there is to write and what I have not yet allowed to become of me… There it is, as I know it, Summer