someone was wondering how to make real friends.
"squeal" who was that?
someone, was observing how this certain person is always negative. no these are my words, i would say that.
she said it different. i couldn't get a word in, i wondered if maybe people start swearing at us , because we do not listen to sweet whispers of evening sun rays.
i believe what we don't like in someone else, has more to do with ourselves, but how do i break the circle?
the squealer keeps squealing.
lately people start something with me, but don't finish, "later", but when's later? now here the night doesn't really get dark anymore.
do i have to be accommodating, or shall i tell them when the sun is so hot it makes my naked skin moist in the folds of my breast, is it then that i have to say; that's it, no more sweating with you, ever. Or shall we just lay strangled, in the winter when the wood stove burns too hot, or in the heat of the midday sun, when everybody is working or being productive, or having a late lunch or making phonecalls or shopping, rushing because we want..... what do you want? when i experience something i do not like, i now will try to let it soften and turn golden, yes and while waiting for that i lay in your arms on a beach, sand sticking to us. I do believe that men just should listen to me.