There are many days when I miss this place. When I miss that real sense of freedom that this beach used to give me every summer. When I miss those friends, those smiles, those beautiful eyes looking at me from the neighbor window. When I miss my whole evenings at the pool listening reggae songs. When I miss the motorcycle roads. The barbecues. The new year's eve nights! The turkeys, the champagne. The carnival and all that happiness everywhere, but mostly inside myself.
I miss that peace, that feeling that my heart was complete, was happy, was perfectly beating. I miss the way I could empty my mind from all troubles and just press RESTART.
Tombo was my chance to start again, forgetting all mistakes, turning the page already written. Was my chance to be better, to analyse who I was and how I could deal with my issues. Now that I don't have my apartment to hide myself from the reality, I just live. I just breathe. I just exist.
And some lonely nights, as this one, I remember how much this beach house still lives inside my heart, marked as a tatoo, deeply. And then I can feel the breeze touching my tears, as it used to be when I was there, seated watching the waves and letting everything else go away from my head.
Forever. And ever. And ever. And ever. Tombo.
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