Everything in the shops is silver, like in some pseudo futuristic 1960s. I am amazed as if I was going to believe in it. I buy silver nail varnish and leave. The tinfoil wallpapers of my shallow thoughts glide into a stranger’s consciousness, who is sitting opposite me on the tube. A smell of solvent keeps their company.
As just the most precious ones are reading I might as well write here everyday, for a while. I have to apologize for my lack of eating disorders I do not even know how to spell them these days, although I might know a fair bit about spells.
Accusing all the others of being spectorial, I will finally have to remember some divine moments when I was little, sitting in my room with biscuits and cinnamon tea, my books and my movies, November outside, candles and early darkness, and the highest pleasure was to imagine what I could be, what life could be. And music was still a universe.
(pic by me)
ps: a song for each day: one
And then we grow and think of all the things we will never be because there just isn't enough time and I hate it.
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i sometimes think even eternity would not be enough...
Deletei hate it, too, guess with the same force
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I love memories like this, they keep us warm on these dark Winter days x
ReplyDeletekeep warm and well ruby, ok?
Deleteyour words make me cry. suddenly i want to go back.
ReplyDeletei miss you.