Character: Joyce Conway

It will pass, it will pass. Someday, Joyce, it's all over.

In the bedroom we have around the bed was so low to the wall, peregorazhivanie room. It placed the pots, and the pots were placed geraniums. When Joyce first went to bed and earned, I noticed that the floorboards began to bend and shake.
Then - plop.
- Oh! I said.
- Well, what else? asked Joyce. Don't stop! Don't stop!
- Baby, I ass pot of geraniums fell.
Don't stop! Keep it up!
- Okay, okay!
Again I rassouloula, everything was going well, and then - Oh, ***s!
- What is it? What is it?
- Another pot of geraniums, baby, fuck me in the tailbone, slipped in the ass, and fell.
On with the geraniums! On! On!
- That's okay.
Through all the exercise the pots all fell and fell. How ***be under bombardment.

... I walk down the garden path, cut the corner through the grass, and go out on the road leading away from the house where I grew up.
Only this time I'm not alone.

And my heart continues to pump blood... Even broken, it still works.

We are always in a hurry. All in a hurry, except my heart. It gradually slows down its pace. I'm not so against it.

What is the point to dye your hair? Any younger will not.

How unusual routine, which all of us, the sane people use to walk forward.

Lying on your back, I look up at the sky. Lying on his stomach, the clouds are looking down right at me.

Between the two things hanging veil, only transparent tissue that prevents or comforts us. You hate it but look through this veil and you will see the possibility to love; you're sad now, but look through it and you will see joy. From absolute calm to a complete mess. Everything is changing so fast, no time to blink.

I do it all week feel such inexplicable anger that I want to knock a wall and beat nurses. Then they become whiny and feel inside the emptiness so huge that it seems never to fill. Anger better. It burns and fills, gives me something to hold on to.

People, even growing up, did not lose interest in the games and disguises. Our lie simply becomes more refined, deceptive words - more eloquent. We play cowboys and Indians, doctors and nurses, to husbands and wives and never cease to pretend that we like our dresses and our roles.

What can make two people want to promise each other to spend together every day for the rest of your life? In the end I realized it. Love. A simple, short word.

Give her a chance. Give yourself a chance. He needs to try to get back to his feet, he needs to convince himself that not every encounter with a woman must be like that first meeting with Jennifer. The tremors that engulfed his whole body, butterflies, zaporowska in the stomach, the thrill of the accidental touch of her skin. What he felt on the date with Sarah? Nothing. Nothing! Of course, his vanity was flattered that she likes him, and he was excited about the fact that he again started Dating. He felt different emotions towards the situation in General, but to her he felt nothing. The woman met a few weeks ago at the Barber, and caused him more experiences.

They generally do not take?
Nothing but the rose Bush from the garden behind the house. - I smile.
And suitcase of memories.