Overthinking... this is not good at all. And if the bougainvillea is rubbing against the tin roof all the time and the wind is sticky these days... overthinking is like walking on goose bumps.
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I said I would go for an early morning walk before coffee. Just with a glass of water and a little bit of action the body can respond better, and the mind can also have some peace. Especially if my old camera accompanies me.
She finds me. Happiness is everywhere and I am a little girl playing with some pieces of the puzzle.
It's not the best camera but it's mine. I think she has an eye condition, if there is not enough light it is difficult for her to understand and I can't push her too hard either.
Life can sometimes seem dense; however, it is not. But it is so hard to see what is right there in front of your eyes. You don't think the answer is that simple thing you see all the time, so you waste time asking what you already know.
Reality sometimes seems to be made up.
I sometimes like to experiment with this make-up stuff.
It seems light. Doesn't it? (Do you like this?)
He resembles me in a certain sense. In his world, in his quietness, but too quiet, perhaps in need of a little storm. š¤·š»āāļø
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These are my favourite portals, and this time there was music.
It is the street, the place where you choose where and how to look.
Up or down, it's still the same thing.
That slight darkness has its charm. The sun is about to come out. You know it and you're waiting for it, convinced that it will rise.
Ah, but come on. You can't imagine how much I enjoy you. Life. This is what I am when you're around me.
We have some moments that are louder than others and I can sense when you're near.
Now it's drizzling (someone keeps finding pieces of this puzzle) I've finished my coffee (it weighs less) maybe it's not so bad to have a little extra.
It's not a collection, it's just a creative salesman.
