''nie masz w srodku pestki, prawda?''

how many times we dream bout t perfect... A PERFECT... don't know... perfect toast... perfect tea... perfect partner... perfect perfection... we're gettin lost in pursuit of perfection we can't c t stuff we miss out'cos of that... i dreamt bout perfect mornin last night... strange dream tho... usually i don't remember my dreams... i woke up... turned my head round... she was still there... covered in white... wrapped wit duvet... cuddlin to herself... her hand still on my half o't bed... sweet... her hand still warm... i was holdin it all night long... her hair still smells of y'day... bed sheet still smells of us... lovely... sexy... i'm gettin up... walk down t corridor... lights r switched off... too early for light... walk into t kitchen... put t kettle on... no milk for her... she hates it... i know babe... i know... i still remember... water boils... steam in t air... slowly sittin on t windows... i grab t mugs... put hers next to her head on her bed table... her eyes frozen in sleep... she looks so lovely when she sleeps... i stroke her cheek... a blonde ribbon of hair slides down her forehead... i smile... pull t duvet over her shoulder... she hates to be cold... i love to keep her warm... i put t music on... ian brown's neptune... she likes that track so much... i'd love to wake'er up right now but i don't... let my princess sleep... turn t stereo up a bit... i start to sing... walk upstairs... grab a tow... walk back down... i levitate... i slide in t bathroom... turn t tap on... neptune in t air... shower... steam in t air again... walk out... i lean against t sink... look in my own eyes... i smile again... i'm so lucky... that i met her... so lucky... splash my face wit cold water... raise my head n there she is... standin in t door... she smiles back when i smile... no words just me lookin at'er when she's lookin at me... here's my beauty... i turn around... she shines at me... she's like a golden gaze... n then she says: good mornin dave... n why t hell i woke up just then?!


letters... letters...


write to me.. 

*

Irytująco.

Serge powiedział, że życie w swej ciągłości przeraża.

Odpowiedziałam..

-Zdania takie jak "Nigdy więcej się nie spotkali" lub "działo się to ostatniego lata" mają moc natychmiastowego wyciskania moich łez

wiem dziś,że podróżowałam do obcych krajów tylko po to, żeby w nich zasypiać.

Pojechaliśmy do Lourdes. Żyd, Hindus i ja. Spacerowaliśmy po ulicy z dewocjonaliami. Oglądaliśmy święte źródło i przepuszczaliśmy wózki inwalidzkie w kolejkach. Całe popołudnie byliśmy nienagannie dobrzy.