I've just realized that it has been over two months, not one.
Sometimes i find myself wonder, what if i was walking home after a fucking day and got hit by a truck. And i would lie there, stoned, cold... blood and noise surrounding me, and all those "moments" of people that i cherish so much in life, including you, passing my mind, that was when i tried to smile the last time, but then tears rolled down my cheeks, and i died... Just that.
Would you know that?
