Solo ticket

surviving my childhood dream:
full of nightmares and terrors/
in summer, I tend to hate myself…
yet still lucid dreamin’

no need for guided meditation
no need for a new pair of shoes

as a dreamer,

I dont disolve the light in nights
and the night in lights…

just tend to HOPE,
to not let myself down.

last breath in Nice, France (waiting for the bus)