oh, my god.

"What r u doang?"

"I was busy makin love to my ex."

oh, btw. I found the postcard I told u about, the one which depicts my grand-grandfather's restaurant. the inscription on it says it was in the city of b - breslau. no, I do not feel any remorse; why should I, should I, why do u ask? it feels strange for me. there r so many stories to tell. oh, n I was busy spending time, devotin it to myself; I have almost forgotten how great it feels, oh gods. I biked there, to buy a ticket, actually, but then, instead of goin back, I sat there n watched them people pass me by. 't was so tranquil, quiet, translucent like. u know, thee is the time when the spring is in its full blown; everyone seems to enjoy this at first. initially, everyone is also very appreciative of it and the kind of a "potential" which spring creates is very hard to grasp since everyone wants to make the most of it and seize as much as they can. but then, there comes the time when it kinda slips their attention and they do not care about or mind it any more. then this "potential" of a certain kind accumulates in the [disclaimer: it's only a matter of time, I think] surroundings and there's so much of it that one lucky entity can soak with it to the bone, to the very marrow. it's all left for those who did not forget about its being while the rest passes by indifferently. it would have been so easy; too easy-peasy maybe like. since u never ask. I can't wipe off that smile of my face right now...