Red lit windowsIt’s funny how people can share so muchand...

Red lit windows

It’s funny how people can share so much and live in complete different galaxies. The frustration, the acidity when those planes of existence collide doesn’t last because in the end, I would rather meet you by chance in a park in the spring, with the same book in your hands than the one that I’d hold, than in that crowded corridor you call life, in which I’ll never be anything more than the multitude. I understand the curiosity one might have for this path of yours as it’s not g...