a letter to the cassette traveler
it’s like i want to explose in a way. i think i really need this movement in my life. i need to run. i need to talk. i need to scream. i need to see. i need to be seen. i need to be a part of all of this beautiful vibration that i can feel sometimes. i will not say only sometimes because it’s everytimes. but sometimes it’s lower and i miss it. it’s like it doesn’t exist anymore but deep in me, i know it’s there and now i can feel it in my stomach. it’s really big. it make me want to scream, and dance, and laugh. meet people, meet people that i will never see again. maybe or maybe not. i just wrote a letter to him and at the end it say: hope to meet you really soon in this messy, sometimes shitty, and sometimes beautiful, world. that’s what i feel now. i feel that’s what i need. moving. always moving. till the end or something.