e;, I do not know where to look. I have fear of returning to work, hated the job, the action, the days are not sad because there is no time. I especially uncomfortable with the idea of not being able to avoid human contact whenever needed. And
pot noodles, I read a little something that will not share with anyone live a little life that must be bohemian and yet there is nothing charming in their emotional side.
And I challenge him to start again. Find another lie and a zen way for the inevitable. Does the body lie, lies the charm, the lie of the action?
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