17/02/2019
So, it's 9am and I am on my train back home, still dressed like the party I've been to last night, puffed eyes and messy (more than usual) hair. I turn around and I see what I'm sharing in the pictures and in a second I'm off the train at Circular Quay walking towards the Sydney Opera House. I sit here alone looking at this incredibly blue sky and try not to collapse at the thought that precisely 30 days from now I'll say yet another goodbye. My heart is so full that it's breaking.
I'm sitting here still. I'm starving, smelling like BBQ but I don't move.
I'm trying to protect myself from the strong sun and the strong emotions that has given me the most massive cold sore ever.
I feel alive, wild, sexy, vibrant with energy I would squeeze the whole world if I could.
It's so beautiful that I almost cannot take it and it's a rollercoaster and some days I curse it but still somehow I'm always up for the ride, I love this rush and I must be ready to pay the price.
@ Sydney Harbour