London is chilly and I am up in the morning, between job applications, dreams and plans.
Where is love?
Where are holidays?
Are we going to experience bliss in this lifetime?
I am up at 6.00 and at my favorite café at 9.00 writing. Parisian habits…
I am ready to go to the end of the world and back and get whatever is fit for me.
Or create it.
So I haven’t been successful up to now, but was there something I particularly liked?
I think that I am ready to be to a place that appreciates me for what I am.
And where I can Become.