January 07
I just need to be alone - some time by my self, I say, and leave the table with my friends. We are at some kind of a party. I walk to another room and find a table with no people around.
I can feel the ground moving softly - I'm on a ship.
I let my thoughts fly out - quiet thoughts - mostly insecure. I don't like my self that day; my figure - my face - my hair, it's just all wrong, but somehow I'm not sad in the sad way.
I like the time alone with my thoughts, like to sit and hear the people in the next room talk and laugh. After some time I decide to walk back to my friends and before I have left the table a voice is talking to me : Shall we dance.
I look up and in front of me is a man - smiling at me. Too much noise in there, he say. Brown hair - I can't see the colour of his eyes, blue/green or dark. It's not because of his glasses I can't see his eye colour and somehow it's not important at this very moment.. Yes I say - I will love to dance.
He look so kindly with his smile and with a little blushing and a smile I notice his belly. I like this dance I say and we both laugh without words..
Words by Adeleine
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Written on 2008-01-15 at 09:41
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002/ Ship of feelings - First dream meeting
I just need to be alone - some time by my self, I say, and leave the table with my friends. We are at some kind of a party. I walk to another room and find a table with no people around.
I can feel the ground moving softly - I'm on a ship.
I let my thoughts fly out - quiet thoughts - mostly insecure. I don't like my self that day; my figure - my face - my hair, it's just all wrong, but somehow I'm not sad in the sad way.
I like the time alone with my thoughts, like to sit and hear the people in the next room talk and laugh. After some time I decide to walk back to my friends and before I have left the table a voice is talking to me : Shall we dance.
I look up and in front of me is a man - smiling at me. Too much noise in there, he say. Brown hair - I can't see the colour of his eyes, blue/green or dark. It's not because of his glasses I can't see his eye colour and somehow it's not important at this very moment.. Yes I say - I will love to dance.
He look so kindly with his smile and with a little blushing and a smile I notice his belly. I like this dance I say and we both laugh without words..
Words by Adeleine
Read 773 times
Written on 2008-01-15 at 09:41
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