mama told me never to talk to strangers but what if those strangers were my age? and they asked me for my number from a balcony? i didn't see the harm and ultimately there wasn't any
all i remember from that night 30 strangers and my two best friends flashlights illuminating the rough path; an off road with branches blocking the way i remember the laughter that echoed in the darkness and the screams upon reaching the abandoned house goofin' in the moonlight stepping into another world the only thing that brought me back was a scratch and once we all reached back to reality the lasers flashed from across the street into my hotel room.
took a sci-fi turn? anyway, more poetry coming from a field trip that i truly wont forget. i miss the company of those guys γιατι τα δικα μας ειναι φλορακια