I'm on holiday ! And it's lovely. I love the way things look, the way I look. I'm happy with myself and it's a much more demanding thing than one would imagine. It consumes time. I laugh at these little cloud castles and sunny kingdoms. I think I go along out of sheer curiosity. And because of the crazy wild passion. No matter how one looks at it, it's pretty. It's kohl-rimmed old jeans full lips pretty. When we were children we used to feel a very similar kind of freedom. The nights are perfect. The wind at my window knows it and I know it. The floor rises up to acknowledge the deed. Ah joy.
I have found perfect happiness by myself, yo.