She looks nice. She looks like she’d be an interesting person, that i’d find her interesting. Maybe she’s an artist, or musician. A creative type with flare and an edge the other girls simply don’t have. Maybe she’s just like me.… [...]
Posts Tagged ‘love’
Good morning! I brought you flowers. Will you offer me a cup of coffee with saucer and hug?
Brrr! So cold!
No, not in your arms. The coffee without soul and hugging is sad and bitter. You poured coffee in two cups.… [...]
I’m writing from this cruel train that takes me back to a Bucharest suddenly become unbearable and very, very obnoxious! I always wondered how trains can be loved when you go to places dear, familiar, forgotten, long dreamed, and how they can suddenly become abominable when you go away from loved ones or loved places.… [...]