At times, I have too much to say and I end up saying little. Sometimes nothing at all. Today is like that. I want to speak and speak and maybe scream in whispers. Mostly I want to share secrets and go for long walks, but people don't walk here. They drive. It's a shame the highways are so industrial and colorless. I could graffiti them if someone asked me to.
I have no cravings anymore. This weekend was great on so many levels. And we still have 8.something hours left.. I love so much today There is no hate. I wish I knew better french so that I could write without using english. I am tired of this language already.