em branco e preto

and rain hasn't left me for a moment in berlin. my wordless days have taught me tricks about solitude and pain. music can stall and disguise most ugly sentiments. today was another lost wandering, searching i don't know where for i don't know what. from the cafe windows i see the showered pavement shining under the neon and ridden with the roar of bicycles and trams on glistening tracks. to give me peace of my mind is the plane ticket to tallinn at home.