In the loving touch of strangers..
..you see your future as a white paper with a fresh smell, enlightened, as perfect as your dreams and yet not drawn, empty. Light as a piece of fresh paper.
The way I felt in my new friend A's car.
I miss laying down under the dining table with my cats in my flat.
All these days, at the moments where I was in the room here to update the blog, I had a company of a bahraini ant to whom I am very attached now. He is more than a pet. He comes and goes as if lost its way like a part of me. I am sure I will miss him when I will be back.
5 years ago