Drifting through my own lullaby kept me awake at the last moment of my class this morning. I have not been bothered and relaxed at the same time in my life like this—the pressure of wanting to write something, probably a song and the soft beats carried me to a paradise of mine.
I twirled a Faber-Castell pencil from a canister between my slender fingers, while I listened to the alluringly soft voice of Maddi Jane singing Breakeven, but I can't think of anything to write — instead, this proprietor began typing and ended up with this entry. It's like I've molested your pages with such random doodles again, ami.
Laurent
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