The walls will be colorful again, soon. Time to grow out of 
this room, mal endlich.

I should be moving in a week. Wait, I do have to, I can't 
actually sleep under a brigde. The apartment is huge, the 
furniture needs to be bought and taken care of.

Ironically, that which links me most to this place is who I 
fear and look forward to not seeing around again. Ah, if 
only it cold be so easy, giving her all the faults for the 
disasters of the last two years.

Alone. This time for reals. Have I not been looking forward 
to seeing you soon, when you were away? The reality is that 
I'm not ready to start it all over again, and I've never 
tried actually being by myself, this whole time I've been 
feeling alone surrounded by people.

What scares me the most is the bed. My single bed has proven 
to be empty enough and pushing me to fill it with somebody, 
anybody, just not to spend another night alone.

And now cruising at 200x140cm. Convincing myself that 
it doesn't hurt sleeping alone will be even harder.

And speaking of which, there may be something on the horizon 
(I'm afraid it seems to be the only occasion for which I 
log-in and write something, but well.)

No, nothing like the rest, more like what I now consider my 
two most successful love stories (how depressing is that).
The photo is going to take long until fully developed, and 
probably that's what I need.