MinnaVSD
In the morning there was this dryness of the mouth. Everyday, water was the only thing I wanted, to make sure my tongue didn't feel like sandpaper. I needed it, two, three glasses, until I finally felt sated. That night my glass would be filled with something different and the next morning, I'd be thirsty again.
I don't like circles. They go round and round and it's impossible to come out. You dance and swirl and sing and go, but you can't go out.
I don't like circles. They're constraining and prisons. They are closed and impossible to come out of.
She never wore anything but white or black. A wedding or a funeral, she always thought of those occasions. Was it a happy moment, or a sad one. She didn't care, those were her colors, the ones she always went to, the colors of elegance, of beauty. She didn't care about others.