be bad, be mine.
at times i tend to think, that we are still too young.
we could keep drinking wine near the old train station,
while i keep on looking through the new fashion today.
autumn collections, morning coffee, nothing special to do.
i threw out my cigarettes, i told almost all of them to go.
i do not flaw, i keep laying in my beautiful manor and dwell.

about Hawaiian pancakes in a new cafe, about Gucci pink
autumn coat which is nice, but i would rather spend those
on oils. about new haircut, cyclamen nails, rose facial, Guam..
in November, since i am that busy these days. about August.

i have the world.
but i like to sit in a bench in front of the nearest gardens.

simplicity. it takes you soon.
i am so inspired to break less these days.)

@темы: dreams, we're dreaming, our morbidly pleasant place, house at the end of the word