It shouldn’t be allowed that when I have been going for days working like a zombie from 5 in the morning to 1 in the night and walking and living and working with a backache and dreaming of work and doing nothing but work and still in office at 9 PM and someone plays a song and I suddenly miss you so much and I find myself with you on a breezy terrace at Hudson Lines with the night sky stretched above us and we play this song over and over and over again. J, it shouldn’t be allowed.
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wistful...but beautiful isn't it? to be transported into THAT world in the midst of all the chaos...those moments are so damn fantastic...but yes, coming back to reality....that's a journey i wouldn't want....: (
Ya, but in the midst of the most chaotic moment is when that memory means the most too. So painful as they might be,I would hope to keep having these flashes.
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