I need a room with a view, an armchair by the window, a cup of coffee and a cigarette or two. Watch the sky turn from hazy gray to black, watch my neighbours go to work and look exhausted and burned out when they come back. Thinking about you.
The dark is falling and the city fills with lights, cars like shining pearls on strings, moving through the emptiness of night. The wine is running to my head, I'm spellbound by the moment can't get up, can't find the strength to go to bed.. Without you.. Thank god for this beautiful view.
//Camilla
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