Coloco o cigarro na boca. Finalmente. Alívio. Já sinto o caos que parecia habitar em mim ir lentamente embora junto com aquela névoa branca que eu expelia. Pareceu-me que a loucura ensurdecer-me-ia na demora para as faíscas do isqueiro virarem uma mísera chama capaz de resistir àquela brisa ingrata e ficar aceso por dois segundinhos ao menos. Mas tudo aquilo era passado. A bagunça interna, o isqueiro que só funciona quando está de bom humor e a droga do mundo lá fora. MInto. O mundo lá fora agora tomava contorno. Ele passa a existir e não é só o caos que me cerca. O cigarro era minha ponte com a realidade e me permitia ser um dragão que por conta do fogo exala fumaça. 

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full tank of gas, an entire day to myself. The wind blowing through my hair, ultraviolence on repeat. Driving alone on the open road, taking some well needed time for myself. Leaving everything I know behind me for just a few hours. Alone with my camera, a book and a pen. Let my mind explode on the pages, release thoughts I haven’t told anyone, and set them free. And for a moment, I felt free. (dont delete the caption)

I follow everyone back!

amazed:

full tank of gas, an entire day to myself. The wind blowing through my hair, ultraviolence on repeat. Driving alone on the open road, taking some well needed time for myself. Leaving everything I know behind me for just a few hours. Alone with my camera, a book and a pen. Let my mind explode on the pages, release thoughts I haven’t told anyone, and set them free. And for a moment, I felt free. (dont delete the caption)

I follow everyone back!

(Source: himitchy, via re-examine)