Not all endings go bad.
met you at the auditorium of Santa Cruz, we talk, and a stranger came, ask us if one of us smoked weed, I said yes, me.and took the bag of weed. the guy told us that he was about to book for a plane, and he will not be able to carry it. Then he left, she looked at me, cried, and said good bye.
My choices are mine, leaving behind love, for living in a cloud.
comes the regret always at mid night.
Created: May 13, 2017Gofion Document Media