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.
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