Midnight...silence...you can feel the peace, just like if you were a 60's hippie. Everyone on their sleep, excepting you. Good feeling, that is, I can assure you that.
Sit, wherever you feel like, because you're your home's king. I normally use to pick my bathroom. It's weird for you, I know. But, for me that's the most peaceful you can get. Forget every single problem, or task, duty in your life. And then listen to your house's sound. The curtains balancing because of the wind, or someone moving on his bed. While you do that, think about your desires which live in your heart. Your friends, your family, that deep love you can't reach... And then, the world will understand you. You will notice your "who" growing.
This is the engine of your life, this is the peaceful night.
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I loved your words!
ResponderEliminarEscrito na noite do reencontro...
Hughs and kisses
Go to my blog, I have a surprise.
ResponderEliminarwow. that was real good. and weird. but still, kind of dark...
ResponderEliminarweird. weird. weird. eu não chego ao ponto de escrever isso. e definitivamente, prefiro a cozinha à casa de banho...
ResponderEliminarmeu deus, talvez isso aconteça, porque sou quase sempre a última a deitar-me mas estou sempre colada aos headphones ou ao meu portátil (antes de mo terem tirado, arghhh) e por isso não noto. mas isso não é estranho? ficar a meditar na casa-de-banho à meia-noite? vê lá se não aparece algum papa-sabonetes e te papa também... tou a brincar lool xD
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Bjos
grandes palavras :O
ResponderEliminarainda vais ser um escritor famoso inglês.