Porto - letting go is hard to do...

Back home in my sad quilted cage I suddenly realized that letting go is hard to do... but sometimes, necessary. Feelings go awry and you find yourself analyzing every corner of your mind for some kind of hope to hold on to... but there isn't any...

Goodbye... Goodbyes are hard... especially when hellos were just said a minute ago (or so it seems). On the train back my mind was empty... I could not think about a single thing... it gave me some peace... it was a kind of sordid pleasure, a mellancoly invading my body and oozing out of every pore of my skin... So now it's time for me to say goodbye...

Goodbye...