endless house

I need my space.

to read, draw, listen.

I need some place that would be mine, not too modern, not too old, but something mine.

I want tons of books and trees.

informal letters

 

 

 

 

 

 

it's sunday's morning and I'm feeling quite tired, but full of joy.

''I'm on the doorstep

With my key turned in the door
Walk in the living room
And you're sat on the floor
My heart is aching
And I've never felt this bad
I pinch myself
To check that all of this is real
Keep faking
I'm not letting on I feel this sad
And then you've got the cheek
To ask me how I feel''