It is end of days, when I felt happiness of being myself. Of joy spending my time with spectacular people. Tomorrow I'm going to fly back to my routine and disappear from horizonts of originality until Friday.
Maybe not? Maybe it's just a mask , which is just explanation to myself , why I'm doing things what I don't want to do?Because I'm still here and I'm the same person who I was yesterday...
With love,
Gabriela. ;*
