11 October 2009

Bridget Jones

When the wind is colder, like now, and I rather close the windows, there is one who I remind of is Bridget Jones. I remember she grabbed her coat and her steam of her mouth in winter.
Am I becoming her? My career and my love.
I feel myself like a bottle with a hole. There is nothing that I can hold.


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