Time passes, and we spend with him.
It will be a relatively short post: it's early, I have a crazy sleep and the bed I claim ... and tomorrow I have to get up at five, too. But this is secondary.
And nothing, is that today with my beauty (?) We have given a farewell (!) And she's gone, and do not know what to do and walk back home and I had nothing apart from the my thoughts, and then I thought and thought. It came to my mind when I got there and she seemed so young and inexperienced, so I had to be myself and still am, and then we all grew up and her trainee now opened a studio on their behalf by lost somewhere else.
And I have no idea what to do next year if I do not even get there, or if I arrive tomorrow and what I wear and what I eat and what I think about how I live ... I do not know.
But one thing I get it now: the clock is ticking, and we spend with him.
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