For the past few days the weather had been fine; sunny, windy, good day to just walk around in a sundress and listen to beach music. Somehow I have loved walking under the sun, skin damped with lotion, lips in pink, a refreshment in hand moistening my chapped lips, hair set teased and big with curly locks, eyelashes curled, high-waist skirt dancing with the wind, the feeling of fabric on my legs, everything's fine.
For the past few days I have done a lot. My mum was in town which was the highlight of my week. I get to watch a Charlie Chaplin movie which broke my heart for the reason that he ended up alone, depressed and felt unloved. I walked around the city of fine pine whilst listening to certain playlists on my iPod, whatever matches my mood. I smelled the yellow pages of books from a local bookstore and bought new-old biography books of Old Hollywood stars. I sat beside people, trying to hold back my laughter when they smile as if they were intoxicated by my perfume. I shopped non-stop with my mum and sisters and had a really good time talking about the past, present and future. I tried on vintage clothes at the flea market and bought the ones that look good on me.
I hope it would always be like this. As if I'm free and no one can interfere and judge me the way I act, dress and talk. I feel as pretty as flowers and it felt like I was being filmed. I don't think I would want something else besides being myself. I don't need useless things. I don't need a guy to make me happy. I don't need people to laugh with me and talk as if they care. I don't need a comb to fix my hair.
