...walk up the stairs and sometimes forget where I am until I see my front door....dream about girls getting crushed by horses.
...eat too many hot peppers.
...forget what year it is.
...wish I had prettier hands.
...feel like a child, a goddess, a genius and a fool.
...ask myself, what would my father tell me now?
2 comments:
... have a brilliant and enchanting mind!
You're neat, just the way you ARE!!
...wish I had prettier hands.
Days have passed... May be this will add a bit of justice here: Once I said to someone "I don't like yellow roses, I think they are ugly" (yes, I said that), I received the response: "There is not such thing as an ugly rose".
The same applies to hands, I guess.
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