Craving for touch. Simple things, really. Holding a hand when you get home after a hectic day. Putting your head against a shoulder that does not belong to your cat. Smiling at a person and knowing they'll smile back. Small. Stupid. Not even slightly erotic things. I've got a headache and I am *lonely*, so it's time to get some sleep. It'll get better in the morning. That's my only prayer: that it ever gets better, cause it hurts so much.
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I have but one prayer left in this life. "It will get better". That's what I tell others, that's what I want to believe myself. It'll get better eventually. Otherwise it'd be "I'm sorry, I just can't" all over again.
It'll get better. Будет лучше.
Верить в это, остальное - приложится.
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Смотрю на себя со стороны и окончательно не понимаю, что тут вообще происходит. Странно.
В чём мораль? Как всегда, "закрыть глаза и падать". Инфинитив (глагола) и интуитив (меня).
Улыбаюсь секундно - когда остаюсь один на один с миром. Внезапно тёплому порвыву ветра, первым почкам, оголтелому ору птичьего хора по утрам. I'm actually surprisingly happy if you take people out of the equation. Putting them back in is the fun part. They make you happy and they make you sad in a million ways. They are weird creatures like that.