Happiness is fluid.

I have nothing to say, my head trumbles in it's own mess I'm making, I'm feeling fine, but something isn't as it should be. I need new things to look at, new things to break the borders with. I'm walking and feeling quite proud that I'm still doing it, cause this feels like a dream - and I'm ready to take the punch anytime, but it's not coming. I don't know why? Maybe cause I'm happy for the first time? Happiness is fluid, one day it's like nothing like you've never seen before, next day it's calm but still there.


I need to start sewing clothes, I need a velvet dress, give me! Please, in a dark color...

Xx
/Anna