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let's wake up, middle of the night, from a nightmare, to keep dreaming? Or was the dream just there?, to show us, what the real feels like, wenn es uns wirklich zustösst, in the dream; confusingly close, and insistent to the point of confusion ...

about mine “belief”

I don't want to write a novel, written by an angry woman, I want to write a novel, written by a reflective woman!!!! I point that out, the instinct animal, down.  

To the “Belief” and the sentences

I want to try the too heavy, to cross out sentences that are too bad. This excess of explicitness. I still haven't figured it out, but when i'm big, I'm usually not good enough with the language. Unfortunately, writing a novel is not ...

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Maybe now, Raven, when my own happiness is gone (sorry watched to much Downtown Abbey!)... ever so long ... do I become a fool to guess happiness in the others? They won't reveal something to me that is so precious, so vulnerable ... of course .....! ...