every time when i look into my past, i feel so many different emotions, and in common they contain something, which i can’t desctibe other way, only like that: two in one room, a neon blue light, a mess in the our bed, cigarette butts in an ashtray (it’s overflow), the first snow behind our windows, placebo band and they sounds and sings everywere, even you try don’t listen, even if you deleted the songs from your player. You listen something like “But all will pass, will end to fast, you know”. No one knows where are you two right now. Especially - you are. And this feelings haunted me all this time. But now, i think, the only one hunter exist. And now this hunter is me. So, i grabbed a memories of my past like skillful barmen with clever hands take a bottle of wine out of the secrets shelf. and right now i’ve drinking it to the end. if you wanted lead your pain to the finish line, overcome that, you need to drink your bottles. Even if that was poisoned.
