You can leave.
You can leave whenever you please.
And I will write poetry about you,
About me,
And about how things could be.
In a year or so,
I’ll definitely forget you!
Just like I had forgotten who you were
Before I had met you.

Sunset, Prishtina - Kushtrim Thaqi


the first and second of November were my days, I can’t say the same for the third. I think, at some point we all break. and there’s beauty in it. (now we’re in February)