I'm home now. I'm home after two days and one night spent with you. But somehow it doesn't feel that way. I am not at home at all. I'm lost instead. This isn't where I live anymore. How can it be when you're not here?
It's weird how life can change so fast.
...And that's all the clichées I can write without being sick. Here are the facts.
1. I have the biggest, evilest crush EVAH on you
2. You live 1h 30 min from me. With train.
Put this together with a depression, LOADS of pills, some weirdo music and as much chocolate I could carry and you've got enough material for a couple of seasons of some lousy soap-opera. Add a psycho-granpa, a couple of deaths, sushi, travels, concerts, a family that's more like a clan and people with the ability to think for themselves and stand up for their ideas and you've got me.
Hello crazy people!
I'm Verdandi. I was born on a Friday, I like dragons and faires and pretty dresses, green is the best colour, Neil Gaiman the best autor (right now). I play two instruments and listens to all the great music in the world. When I'm sad you probably won't find me. That is when I go back to my roots and climb a tree.
I like playing with words. I pick shiny things up if they're on the ground. I sing all the time even if I sound like a camel. I just don't care what the public thinks. If I think you look pretty I'll tell you but if you... don't..... I'll just shut my face!
So that's me. Yaaay!!
No comments:
Post a Comment