A french girl ones asked me something. It was kind of that: What may be the worst thing for you? At the moment. Maybe ever. Such a big, universal, all surrounding bad thing, you’re really scared of?
„When I figure out that I’m ordinary and will ever be.“
Why? she wanted to know
„Because I can’t get out of my skin, out of my face, out of my life.“
That sounds sad. she mentioned.
„You aren’t ordinary, are you?“ I wanted to know.
Well, I don’t know. I wish I could catch rainbows and stick them into my pockets.
She always wore those tiny short Jeans-shorts. Had absolutely adoring legs. Long, not too white. Was full of energy, but not nervous. I wished her to be able to catch such a rainbow one day which may last forever at her side, to be put in her pocket.
When she was leaving I ever felt like the glitter of her blinks was left behind her like a track of happyness. Beautiful french girl.