photo Sophia Vialatte
You know you're alone when there's no one to speak to.
So the lips slowly merge, the brain slows down and a hole starts to widen in the groin, where all the words go which have grown in your throat. The eyes stop speaking, the smile stays in place. A nod, a laugh, and a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down.
Stand-by mode.
2 comments:
Thanks to the blog owner. What a blog! nice idea.
Ouch.
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