blue monologue

by Martina Korosec January. 24, 2014 4301 views

A sip of milk. A bite of strudel. Before going to sleep. A wish to say something. Ahead only ahead, it doesn't matter the colour of your… Once I said that aging is like taking a wet towel and squeezing water out of it. But you know what, the towel stays the towel. A tear falling from my chin.

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-- Lyency 7 years, 2 months ago

it is not a blue blue it is an alive one :/)

7 years, 2 months ago Edited