So this time last year me and my best friend Lauren (v0yeurism) were in Paphos Cyprus, I wanted to mention it simply because it’s something i can always think about when i’m feeling down, everything about that place was beautiful. We would wake up in our hotel room and sit on the balcony over looking a courtyard of bars, smoking and listening to music and simple times like that really stick with me, the off white colour of the buildings around us, dry heat, watching the gorgeous tanned Cypriots strolling around under the blue sky. My favourite memories were crawling the night life, haunting each bar in my leather, merry on cheap booze at 17 we found heaven. I still remember the neon glow complimenting strangers faces and the exotic environment around us, the scenery picturesque everywhere i looked. We’d smoke in the bars making friends with the locals capturing moments that will stay with me for the rest of my life. The people there had so much insight and knowledge i could have listened to their stories all night, i was grateful that we crossed paths with these individuals, the simplicity of 3 people at a bar seems insignificant, as did the majority of moments i class as gold in my mind, however they have all become something quite momentous. There are very few moments i have felt completely liberated and free where i am comfortable with life and the countless knock backs and restrictions of home becoming unimportant to me, as we snuck into the pool after midnight, quietly soaking the moons pale light in the dark depths of the water, shimmering in the blue light it felt quite spiritual, and i was happy.