VII Weekend at the beachTuesday, April the 27.
Words.
Sometimes I look at the stars…I just know where my thoughts are, and I leave them there. Sometimes I keep the words as I’m afraid to lose them, lose them all.
I need rain on my soul.
The dreamer.
Those were the words that welcomed her on her favorite blog, she read this every day. She opened her ipod. And every time she entered on the dreamer blog, that she discovered during a boring night. From that moment she always read it when she was feeling alone. It was like the blog felt her moods, even if it wasn’t addressed to her personally. She didn’t know if it was a girl or a boy, but she was feeling less lonely thanks to it.
They left the city really early in the morning, and after a couple of hours they arrived at the beach. Quite,
