They're still so wild. With big hands, and long legs running around. Now they confuse others with their words backwards. Singing in public bathrooms, sleeping on city benches. Some things have changed, but it seems that they're still a child inside. They walk alone, drawing on walls with children's scribbles. And I see them from my balcony, wondering what's going on in their head. I write their story, because I've watched them since they were little and I've been in love with them ever since...

April 13, 2017.