This is the story of my journy through life and around the world. It begins on september 2006.
-O.T.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Morning Loneliness
Eyes open. Not a single move. Bed is big, Too big.
Eyes closed. Magic touch. Skin with skin. Lip with lip. Hand with hand. Smile, Smlie.
Eyes open. Not a single move. Bed is big, Too big.
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Hi, Ouria! This words are really beatiful and at the same time...they make me feel strange - like I'm in such a bed and realy lonely and sad. I hope you enjoy the weather in your home country Israel and the sun will help you feel better than the last times I saw you! :)
1 comment:
Hi, Ouria!
This words are really beatiful and at the same time...they make me feel strange - like I'm in such a bed and realy lonely and sad.
I hope you enjoy the weather in your home country Israel and the sun will help you feel better than the last times I saw you! :)
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