I lay down my head against his shoulder, watching some videos with him. He had a smell of parfum and coffee as he swallowed his last sip of coffee, putting aside the empty cup. He was exactly the same as the one with whom i've been talking since the last three weeks. In fact, it was even better to be with him, it felt real. It was real.
VOUS LISEZ
•My own wrecked mind•
Poesia~Des fois ça va, d'autres non.~ Pensées quotidiennes, remises en doute. Poèmes, textes. Ce qui dompte mes pensées sauvages, les retiens en cage. Peu importe la langue, anglais, français, misère, douleur, apaisement ou bonheur.
