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Today I was home alone and I made soup. It made me think of my mum. And today I also cut various nice things out of paper and drew and danced in my apartment listening to good music. How is it possible to feel so happy and so lonely at the same time?
space frightened me as a child but lately i have an urge to cover my ceiling with images of constellations suspended in miracle galaxies collected from old books describing the infinite universe
it's the strangest thing.
I'm c o n s t a n t l y living on the edge of happiness and sadness. This can't be healthy. I wish I could be content with the things I have.
I'm confused.
 Louise Brooks · Fri Jun 20, 2008 @ 07:39pm · 0 Comments |
