Watched Big Fish again today as the rain poured outside, comforted with bowls of hot porridge. Always amazes me how people’s imagination can go so far, so colourful, so dreamlike.
It’s funny how I know many people, but there is only a handful that I like to talk to. I can laugh with and spend a nice five minute chat with most people but there are only a few that I would love to sit down and have a nice pillow talk with the whole night. I have found only a few who truly clicks with me, to whom I won’t mind baring all (my thoughts, that is), who shares the same worries as me, who loves the same things in life: a good book, hot chocolate, rainy weather, and solitude.
And maybe cats?
So far I have not found the one who writes for love, sings for sorrow and cries with me.