breakup

Sometimes in your life you just need to face it, no matter how deep you hide it, there will always come a moment when you will remember.

 

First you open your wings, you touch the clouds, the borders of the glas are painted with all the smiles brought by good memories, but then you come to the lower part of the glass, the liquor have the need to flush your sore trhoat, throat strangled by the ending, by the injustice, by the strugles that you made in your life, all the sacrifice, that never payed off.

 

We always will meet new, interesting people in our life, the ugly ones, the cute ones, the realy hot ones, the interesting, boring... every single profile. Some, will pass by our side like the new born breeze, some will tickle our imagination, and sometimes one of the team will decide that tickle to take over your life, and jump right into a new bus, leaving the old companion behind.

 

The only question is how do we know that the old road trip in time will show that was better then the new one? And if we realise it then, will it be too late to buy that ticket again, because the worst thing in the life is when you come too late.

 

If you are jumping from one bus to another, you will be stuck playing the same song but only with different instruments, and is it realy fair to replace your for so many years loved guitar with a violin, just to play the same song again?

 

The thing is, when you find something that you build and trully respect, you will see and visit hundreds of houses, but you will always gladly return to your doorstep, because you made it, and even if other doors look tempting, your is the one you chose, the one that was always there for you. That's a feeling that we often forget.

Done