Kate Beckinsale Dog Breed

autumn wobble

like two leaves in the wind sailing

we down

collided for a moment

Our trajectories

But what does this mean?

Or was it just coincidence that we are

now where we are

We should stop progress

And moderate

For as this can have no future.

When we reach the bottom,

Will we meet again.

White Wart On My Dogs Lip

people

I feel a tremendous pleasure out of writing something. Although it might not, but I do have the feeling in this area I would be safer. Safer than dealing with real people and life. How it rhymes. No, really. I'm already getting tired of me constantly deal with any people. Each of them lives in his own little world, is actually only up to a certain extent transparent, and a mystery in itself. How easy it is then to sit down and write something. Mentally express no immediate response by any tense face that you indeed can be interpreted anyway. Maybe I see simply the wrong people, or I'm crazy to be on. People are indeed a topic that does not exhaust itself. It must be so surrounded with them. Sometimes I would like to be alone. Alone somewhere where there is no one else. Just now I'm alone, and of course I enjoy that fact. So much easier. But only a very few understand. The fact most are dependent on others. Completely unnecessary if you ask me.

Cheats Para O Pokemon Fire Red

A table, a chair, a bed. More is not there. The new is incomprehensible to mundane penetrated into the consciousness.
.
.
.
As in a dream.
Strange dreams roam my nights.
random but not unknown.
The reality is far too much. Like a bird I would fly off the most.
alone because of the perspective.
small and insignificant as would the people of the infinite horizon, which is noted at the turn.

It does not pass Maybe one day ..