I'm an artist and bohemian, thinker and a lover. I live in a dream, an imgainary place, my own world. I whine and moan and I make great conversations about nothing.
I wish I lived in the sixties..
Where free love was okay, and peace was what everyone wanted.
Maryjane wasn't such a big deal, and woodstock is what everyone talked about.
I'd feel more in place and life would be easier.
One day, I'm going to fold many paper cranes and hang them all over my home. Why so many paper cranes? Every crane represents a wish, a smile, a lie and a tear. Every crane has some memory, some piece of me inside the folds, inside the creases. Perhaps not.
Sometimes I wish my life was like a character from a book written by Francesca Lia Block. So magical and lovely and vivid. That would be grand.
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