moments
the old wooden ladder creaked as we went up it's stairs from a friend's aparment somewhere in berlin. the heavy hatch opened us a secret passage to the most beautiful sunset. the rooftop our's, with the whole world to our feet.smoke, airplanes and birds in the air and god doing too much coke, so the evening skies would turn bloody read. what a laugh.
and we'd travel to nameless countries if we could, but most of all we'd just stay there. until the sun set there was nothing that could harm us.
a moment on a rooftop in wedding, berlin.
