Eliza's Blog

I have you in my thought printed, photos of you cross my mind, the resent one i prefere... the others by time fade... but all remain there they cross my soul my inner being my anger... In my loneliness you give thoughts to me passing crossing like light summer breeze or like thunder,storm,heavy rain your absence is scary, but in the other hand a relief your presence satisfactory and hatred. I'm waiting impatience to meet you and then forcefully to forget... The photos remain,i captured the best shoot from you in every meeting now i'm a collector in my sexy mood i touch myself slightly as you touch my sightseen alone you still touching me... I could stop this... but can't this isn't our last meeting...

The last part of the play won't be written by history victorious or even descent it will be written like a loss... loss of money of even worst greedy unawarneness like most of us want....