I am sick of life.
I need the sea.
I want to sit on a wooden armchair and stretch my legs on the stone floor on a rainy evening, with a steaming hot cup of coffee on the table beside me.
I want to smell the earth; that profound olfactory sensation, of wet earth.
I want to love and be loved.
I want to slowly drift into deep, peaceful slumber and dream endlessly into the night.
Thursday, October 04, 2007
monotonous rants
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