Thinning Your Hair Less Poofy

What is there? I exist? you exist?
do not understand how we can be alive one moment and the next does not exist again, to live in eternal anonymity. Sometimes I feel that I am that I am nobody, worthless, why? I do not know, maybe because I am not, perhaps because who I really am not now, is in another life somewhere else or perhaps no more .... Yes, if it exists, is far away but every once in a while back and it makes me return to earth, feeling the wet grass of a golf course in the morning, or watch the stars on a dock, or just talk banalities with whom I have at my side. It does not happen often but when it happens I'm happy, I have no ties, I can laugh and feel really alive.

you feel your way?
you felt well?

not answer, I know .....
Thanks for existing. 22/08/1907

When A Guy Gives You His Number

Your funniest memories escape and are eaten, wait until you get used to them about anything you smile you stop Mars, then fled as midnight lover.
seems crazy? do not know, I am nobody in this world that the more more lights off, and you laugh?
A memory comes back to life but perhaps never been used or maybe it's like a phoenix from the ashes were removed to re-emerge stronger than before, pick up the phone, dial a number ...
reactions are not expected, there again, the memories are reborn as torrents of water, while the key converts increasingly open and the water continues to pour, do not want to close but someone touches your shoulder, insisting to you wake from your slumber and reality slaps you, you mark the face, but another memory.
Another day return.
Another day will be ...

Summer 2007

How To Prevent Camel Toe While Wearing Spandex

other day romance riddle

How odd not to know who they are at home, do not find you, feel like Mars.
interest is lost, nothing is the same, nothing to see on TV, no one to talk to, no place to go.
just waiting for your ship to come pick you up, all seems to void the tasks have no meaning or meeting place.
The hate.
you feel trapped, your ideas do not flow, do not find them.
Where are they?
were lost on the way back "home"?
Where is "home"?
Your Workplace?
Where to study?
Where to sleep?, I do not know, sometimes do not even know who I am or where I am.
Is that weird or normal?
will know someone? I do not think life is a puzzle to be discovered by oneself ... August 2007

Night Calls (lisa Fugard)

Hello, I said one day, I answered hello ... Who introduced us? No one, however we locked eyes and something is lit, a light? I do not know, but step of all, your lips touched mine and we met.
My name or yours did not matter, the semantics was left tangled in our mouths, touched my hands and a shiver ran down my back. I felt alive for the first time in a long time, I felt like my lungs were filled at the same time I talked to the ear. I put my hands in your hair and felt you shiver, I feel alive denuevo ...
already there we to very large, very bright, very public, I read in your face and get up, walk out the door and followed me, feel your naked eyes. I rolled my eyes and password on yours for a moment and kept walking through the door into the night, and there we lost behind a wooden column, closed my eyes and just felt your hands touch me, while truly ruffled your hair, your kiss I shook like mine you mad, cold breeze skin crawl us but the commotion did not let us feel the temperature.
continue to explore ... What happened after the count that night ...