pleurer
I wish I could go to my room - chambre 812 - in Belle-Beille in Angers. I wish I could be there tonight and not have to get up in the morning. I wouldn't even have to see the daylight. I'm beginning to realize how much is attached to that room, that city, that country. It became my home while my previous home was destroyed without hope for repair.
And tonight, I wish I was there. I don't know where else I've been able to really examine myself and sort through my thoughts.
J'avais perdu l'espoir.
I'm a funny girl. I fell in love with Spain almost as soon as I first went there. Now, I've identified France as having a sense of home.
And tonight, I wish I was there. I don't know where else I've been able to really examine myself and sort through my thoughts.
J'avais perdu l'espoir.
I'm a funny girl. I fell in love with Spain almost as soon as I first went there. Now, I've identified France as having a sense of home.