sundays

sometimes i wonder if i would be able to handle something unplanned. i wonder if there will be time in my life when i will really take things easy.

these woods are the calmest thing in the world. nothing to compare - just get lost somewhere, smile and laugh, talk to yourself, stop when you feel like resting, jump when you feel like moving, run when you do not need to, and lay down, undress, tan every piece of your skin. im imagining how the rain rinses these leaves - in a slow motion, it kisses whole surface, little drops wait for the rest, and fall down quietly breaking up on the black asphalt. free falling. nobody notices.

its all good. i like free falling. the one that is nicely planned - from the time the first drop touches the surface until the weight of all makes them to say bye.

(cant wait to see him again - i know, i should make myself not want him. it would be easier on us.

i dont want to destroy your beautiful young life, he said

by not wanting to get into my life, he did - oh he did)