my name is Janos

London Room is finally set up

I can breathe a little.

writing this post means a lot more to me to the future than right at this time. i read back to a post in february and i cant describe what i was thinking at the time. but i know that feeling. the goosebumps. the wide eye. the weighless-ness. a sigh. but not a sigh of sadness or disparity. a sigh of vulnerability. to express my deepest breathe outwards. to stare right in front of me and not think about anything. yet dangerously and beautifully think about everything. i cant say i have the hippie fire from few months ago. things are a lot different. i like different. maybe its the lack of sleep or one too many beers left from cinco. maybe i should write a book.... maybe not. 

whatever i do. im going 100%. no regrets. only lessons. dont emulate. revolutionize. keep doing hippie things to feed the happy inside be good, do good.