Oh, Yes, I Do.

inspiring as it is. and so characteristic of me. so true and sad as well. it is always nicer to meet than google. or     take a little glimpse at somebody's facebook page.


''I do, I Google you
When the day is done and everything is through''


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z5ErKq4o4sQ

bitch.

You would not love me if I were not a bitch full of juicy venom and cheerful depression and mostly talking of myself as if I was some kind of a centre. I am. You know that. I do not walk around others.  I imagine that they walk around me, and it’s me that they want to get by, but I stop them for a second because I am so fantastically different and white – that discontinuous line in the middle of streets and motorways.  Like an emphasis. They gaze back at me. And at the same time I strive to be so naive and cute and decorate myself with cats and teddy bears and I would love to cover myself in chocolate for others to talk.

But then - I am the one that actually runs after others, seeks for attention and company, and warmth that could cover me and be my breath for eternal hours of soft sleep.