City of angels

We've arrived in Milano and I feel right at home as I always do here. Dad doesn't mention my mom, I guess she's still in Los Angeles, sipping long drinks by the swimming pool.

LA, it's been so long I can almost not remember what it felt like. I can picture our house in my head but not the smells, not the colors. I don't miss it but it's something that's been close to me all my life, and now it's only a fading memory.

Isn't it strange how quickly we forget?


  1. I think it is strange how quickly we can forget somethings and how other things we can never forget.

    I have forgotten so many things... but I can't forget my D.

    Have a wonderful time in Milano..enjoy every moment you have there...

  2. hey the picture is absolutely just enchanting, I love the way you write, how it's exactly heartbreaking and mysterious in the same time. x

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  3. out of sight, out of mind.