A catalogue of a neurotic masochistic middle-aged woman's sorrow, stupidity and self-indulgence. Why I do this to myself is the perennial question. Yes I must be a masochist.
Friday, 8 January 2016
What do you do
What do you do in the morning
when you wake up?
I imagine you sitting at your balcony
looking out at the trees
enjoying the cool breeze
sipping your hot coffee
and not thinking
about me.
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