Januarihumör

Iv'e a strange feeling with regard to you, as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs tightly knotten to a similar string in you. And if you were to leave I'm afraid that cord of communication would snap. Then I have a notion that I'd take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, you'd forget me

Sometimes

Sometimes, your heart needs more time to accept what your mind already knows, or the other way around, or including your stomach feeling....

Triss

Ber till Triss guden!

Hon är så...