The walls are the sky and stars are stickers on it. Daisies are growing from the floor. You can play some games among the palm trees and in a fur coat on top of a coverall, with a glass of red wine, there stands love in the electric light.
It changes from day to day, how I imagine the future. With good heart or depressing. Sometimes I’m proud of myself, sometimes I pity myself. One day I’m glad that the past is gone, then the other I feel like I’m swimming in it.