Some other times I just stare at the tea spoons.
They surely are to stay there forever.
Thought I may die one day, and end up wherever you are,
and we will stare at them together.
and just sometimes,
I see you smiling at Mrs. Poucheau again.
And sunset goes back to beautiful.
All in all I gather that twilight never comes twice the same day.
But in certain occasions it surely does.
You did not know that,
but it happens from time to time.
A woman who lives in a limbo between reality and her thoughts. Between life and death.