Some days, I wake up, and I am in a different room. The soft midmorning sun that filters through the bamboo blinds casts slits of light on an empty mug with an ashtray next to it, filled with angrily stubbed out Davidoff butts from the night before. My head is pounding from the night's drunken haze, and I yearn to duck under the soft, crumpled, scalloped sheets covering what's left of my sanity, but I need fresh air. The tiny space I'd woken to clutches me tightly in the neck, choking the air out of me. I need space. I need to flee this wretched frame of mind. There is a boy whose smile brings tears to the heavens, but he hasn't been smiling much lately, and I need to find him. I need to find him and tell him to smile at the world again. He doesn't know me as well as the boy lying sonorously next to me does, peacefully basking in the solitude of slumber. In fact, he doesn't know me at all. But I know him, and this time, I am flying halfway across the world in search of the lad from sunny Spain.
Long after I left the city, I'm still dreaming of lazy lunches at the Plaza Mayor.
3 Durian(s) Thrown at Jun:
I hope you find that boy... for I know that when you do, you will surely remind him to smile again. You have that effect, you do. :)
well lets hope theres a girl i need to find in spain too haha (prob more like i need to bring a particular girl there haha)
kenny: hahaha i hope i made YOU smile :D
joe: there are plenty of girls (and i mean hot ones at that) in spain! :P and if u were to bring that particular girls of urs, there's plenty of hot spanish guys for her to cuci mata too ;)
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