Hits me without a warning.
The urge to cycle, under the hot burning sun, with the breeze hitting me in the face. This overwhelming depressing feeling of loss, as if someone I know has passed on to the next life. A deep need for some comfort, some warmth, some sort of affection. The want to sit by the breakwaters, in your arms.
I might crumble.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
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