Vrijdag
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Friday evening began with lipstick and ended with one heel in my hand. A traditional arc. #
Work, home, shower, hair, black dress, boots rejected, heels chosen, perfume, Yuri waiting while I changed earrings twice, out. Dinner first. Drinks after. Music. Friends. Cold air between warm places. Amsterdam at night. Came home late and carried one shoe for the final part because dignity has operating hours.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
0 Thoughts
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.