Something's missing

I miss that times when I used to flee out of every problem. Making that route to that high mountain where I could watch the whole city... I miss those cigarettes that burn slowly. The slow motion of the smoke flowing through my lungs and the cold breeze. Missing that point where I used to get rid of my shit by just sitting in that very smooth place... Uptown.

I miss those times when I used to walk whenever I felt crazy about some shit. I miss getting crazy though.

Love could be that freaking poison that gets me on frenzy. Maybe I love you so much today, maybe somedays not, but that doesn't mean I don't love you. I'll love you forever, but sometimes asking for day-a-day stuff makes me bad.

But whatever... Let the fucking time pass again. As always, nothing will happen and nothing will get me crazy... and everything will be ok. I guess.

Nights.

-Malescritos