and forces you to face your lonely night home, you stay in the middle of the hall, with the bag and the shoes on, and you're thinking "i'll take my clothes and my shoes off, i'll switch the box on, i'll drink some milk or order a pizza and i'll have one or two facebook chats". Yesterday, the night had to be blank. The head had to be blank. The mind had to be refilled. Nights like these, i don't switch the box on, i don't order pizzas or chat on fb. Nights like these, i visit the closer sweet shop to fight diet, combining the sin with healthy shots of summer fruits and i paint singing. Yesterday's home moments, while eating, framing and painting:
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