Opened a second window aghast and felt so free that suddenly was overtaken with the desire to bend out even more and fall on to the pavement to everyone`s surprise.
Only yesterday there was plenty of inspiration and today there is only a longing for somebody`s presence. I start leaning towards a certain candidate who does not even correspond to my requirements. Anybody-just so not to be on my own. I am sitting in a big room and laziness with despair are eating me. I would like to invite somebody for coffee. There are everywhere around here such cute couches and chairs upholstered with velvet and with carved handles. I would be very willing to sit on such a couch with an admirer, I would even let him underneath my blouse. But there is nobody next to me.
Virginia Woolf was right when she said that a woman needed to have her own space having in mind probably an apartment. Then one can invite whoever they want not reporting to anybody...
So what if my heart does not respond to him, the most important thing is that he is young and his blood is still hot. When he squeezes my hand, I feel warmth...
