never felt so alive.
It is quiet, much too quiet. The only sounds you hear are those of the airplanes that fly over the city. You wish that one of those is yours, your way to return yourself to the other “you”. Your spontaneous, imaginative, special “you”. You met at a place that had made you so happy. Alive like never before. A small town far, far away from any of the worries and fears. It was just you and a wonderful carelessness, with people who inspired you and impressions that left you enchanted.