Sunday.

Mornings with a slight delay and a mild happiness goes somewhere within it. I opened my eyes and felt that a white hope had become a swirling torrent.  Smell of just cooked pancakes took my thoughts away and I dressed my morning grown to join peaceful conversation among the dearest.

I have tried to leap over and go under but still I am just a human being. My morning coffee is always black as a cobbler’s wax and perfume smells like roses. I refuse to wear another lipstick than traffic red and my scarf will always be a messed up nest for the face to find a shelter when a cold comes over.

I don’t quite enjoy the poetry but I have the dignity and bracing position. I am delighted to watch people doing and I care to help. I am one of you, guys.

P.s...Writing has always had a special place in my affections.Everyone has it's own enjoyment, I am glad I have found mine. 

Agnes. 

everything was arranged beforehand

I am sailing perilously close to the wind, but we all have different parts to play, and we must all be allowed to play them. Either way I won’t stop smiling thinking of you and I won’t stop digging deeper for your dignity.  I think very highly of you and all my thoughts go around a peaceful evening with a magnitude cup of tea. Do you enjoy chamomile?

They say that we all carry scars inside or outside and I wish it wouldn’t be true, but indeed we do. It doesn’t frighten me that you are not all perfect and settled down. Life’s altered you, as it’s altered me. Just a communication would be greatly appreciated, but you don’t speak, you just go on.

I have my plans and they surely involve your presence, but, darling, I am not everlasting. I am just a very determined person who wants a bit of love.

Agnes.