beatrice
I invent my life. Everyday anew. It is a joyat first. But then it gets frustrating. Because it only happens in my head. Maybe I need to invent a new head soon...
I am entangled. In so many things. Connected to so many people. And yet alone. And lost. Distangled? Is that even a word???
She went to her favourite café and ordered an iced chocolate, wondering if he would come or not...
He picked up the microphone and he started to sing. I tried hard but I couldn't recognise the song. It was so familiar but all memory must have ....
waited at the hospital for three hours... xray... no big damage but big pain... worried about work... and then a needle in my arm...
A revolt has broken out. Right here. In my life. Things aren't happening the way they were supposed to. Where did this start? How?