I rather draft random thoughts than a series of consecutive imagery that will drive me to a meaning, a reason, the cause for doing what I'm doing and not doing what I really should be.
She had looked forward to this life with him sharing a house and some kids and meals dancing in the living room (although with some diffidence sometimes). She ended up looking back to a life without anything like that but travels and lucky stars and the wind taking care of the laundry.
When we are on the phone I look at myself in the mirror cannot help but feel turned on by this girl reflection the one you bring out the one I want to be pretty slim witty with wrinkles when smiles with good ******* and tight waist my best dress saved for this day and date nonexistent not arranged yet not tempted either anyway.