Today

Today after a long long time, I looked at my right toe and I smiled. Big bastard. Although it has changed a lot. It is definitely older.

By the way, my words are written. Yes, I wrote them. Wind is waiting for my sentence. My long flight is finished. Trip is done. Although I am not sure where I am gonna land. Doesn't matter, somewhere around. At least in this planet.

Wind should be there, waiting for me. I'm gonna have his lift. I miss him. I am pretty sure that he has carried on playing freaky threesome chess and smoking. What about the old guy? Is he drunk or dead? Never mind, I am not thinking about it anymore. For me, he is under tones of shit either dead or alive...

Next trip is gonna be soon...Very soon...