It's been almost two weeks since I came to Saint-Petersburg and haven't visited Hermitage yet. Fuck Hermitage - I'm finally havin' my cup of a green tea with jasmin dude!
Though I fancy this city much I still miss dudes from me home. Yeah it's fun to live somewhere far away knowing that parents would come only for a New Yer holiday or even never. But friends are fucking important especially if they are so dear to ya. I miss all peps from BG, I wanna hug them all, I wanna jam, I wanna spin my new poi but all this shit is too god damn far away!
Two cigarettes are left in the pack. The dove on the birch glimps his small eyes watching me here, behind the window glass. Stupid bird. But yet happy not knowing all these stupid problems that humans got.
Stinky smoke crawls out of nowhere making my eyes hurt.
I pull at, close my eyes and fall into the river of music. River of life.
Shit.