February isn’t starting too well.
January went by in a glimpse with no kiss goodbye.
So far, February has robbed money out of my wallet and given me no flowers on Valentine’s. Instead, it has let the tiger loose. My Chinese horoscope says that I need to focus on my plans because the tiger is inconsiderate. I’d noticed it weeks ago when the ox had left.
Where are you, solitude, when I need you the most?
Sometimes I feel that the shop customers can sense my stress and impatience to finish my shift.
I watched The Painted Veil the other day, and it really justifies my view. If a man hurts you, you leave him. If you hurt your man and he forgives you, then he’ll be the one. I’m in love, but not sure whether I’m just fooling myself. I know that the person feels the same as I do. There is only one thing that stands between us.
I’m on a mental journey, always have been. And he’s still sailing the seven seas of my imagination.
