Sometimes
(in Spring, usually)
I want to ride
in a fast car
with the top
down
to an anonymous hotel
for a long afternoon
with an unprincipled
stranger.
It would be some
kind of revenge,
but I don’t know for what
or on whom.
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I am sure every person has had that feeling at least once in her life. I like the idea that it happens as a crazy thought, as if that would ultimately change everything else, or fix something that is broken… but it does not.
Love you Noelle,
Silvana
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Human desire + divine thinking = Just do it!