Sad, but the again, happy.
Last night I cried myself to sleep. It's true. I rarely happens. But when I woke up this morning, I was all back to being happy, a proper mirror for the sun. (The sun ,on her part, is not out today though, there's a galy sorta wind. I can't really tell if it's snowing or not, or if it's just the wind breathing on the snow that's already there.)
Line woke me up today, with a message. Of course I'll buy you wine. Be spesific! Red or white?
We have a plan tonight of getting fundamentally drunk on a bottle of wine. And beer.
I just have to write this too. Every time I see a knife I get this image flashing over my conciousness of fingers cut badly with a knife. Do you ever experience that?
Line woke me up today, with a message. Of course I'll buy you wine. Be spesific! Red or white?
We have a plan tonight of getting fundamentally drunk on a bottle of wine. And beer.
I just have to write this too. Every time I see a knife I get this image flashing over my conciousness of fingers cut badly with a knife. Do you ever experience that?