Can you read my mind?

Last night you cut your hair, and you became such a beautiful grown-up boy. I was smitten with you while touching your head.
You were all happy and proud, and all happy and giving, and happy and loving.
I was smitten.
This morning, I wonder do I have the courage to let you love me.
Like you did last night in my dream.

What a beautiful sunday

I wish soon we'll have robot boyfriends who don't dream of taking your ex-best friend on vacation to Europe.

Treatable Symptoms

After working all day long nine days in a row, you can't help but being exhausted. Not even a mountain hike solves the problem.

Maybe it's boredom, or lack of people.


I hire a prostitute called Max to tag and play hide and go seek; She thinks it's wierd, repressed sex stuff. I just miss having friends who are girls.
Maybe it's the wrong prostitute.

I play with a squirrel, they are so nice and cuddly, almost like muffins; And I imagine you playing with us in the bushes too. Maybe it's the lies that break me down, or that special lie when you say you love me; or the simple fact, you wouldn't want me and your squirrel play in the bushes together..
Maybe it's the wrong boyfriend.
Or maybe I like to dwell.

whatsoever

It's not hard to wake up in the morning, feeling all alone and bitter. The trick is to go back to bed feeling at least better.