I-m sitting in a cafe in Shanghai, on a leather couch, near the window, a white cup of black coffee in front of me, a notebook and a pen next to it, my words and doodles scattered in black ink all across the pages as I wait for the last minutes to crawl along the day, announcing me I need to rush towards my workplace.
It-s raining outside and drops of water drip over the window while I sit with my face in my hands and watch the hundreds of umbrellas rushing across the streets.



B.

(I won't explain the red words post again. Just look through the Categories, it's got its own)


It's raining, not too hard, but enough to make you wish you had an umbrella, which I don't. I can't wait because I will be late, so I continue walking, trying to ignore the fact it will soak me wet in a couple of minutes. Then someone walks next to me, same rythm as my steps and puts an umbrella above both of us. I look up trying to see who's the culprit. After that, something amazing happens.

A friend I used to have, from Japan, told me once that they have a thing over there. I don't remember if it was called in a particular way, but it was a thing they did to make wishes.
Apparently you write on white paper, with red ink, what you wish for, as if it was happening in the present.
So I'm gonna start doing this from time to time, here. It's only gonna be small things =)
Why ?
For fun and wishful thinking.




I am buying or recieving as a gift one of those classic lighters, those big metal ones you have to refill, it can be the lighter is even second hand, scratched and obviously's been through a lot. It looks almost like a collector's item and when I look at it it makes me think of long roads ahead and rough travel, lonely sunsets and stops by gas stations in the middle of nowhere

Author:B.
Name: B.
Nationality: I don't stay for long enough anywhere to belong somewhere.
Interests: coffee, cigarettes, writing, reading, graphic art, living/being alive, traveling, how things work/function, history, music.
I Love: coffee, cigarettes, tea, big cities, the sea, the ocean, seashells, cherry tomatoes, rain, rain clouds, rice, sand, kashmere, a big city's noise at night, city lights by night, learning, listening, being alone, dead leaves, silence, 5 a.m's, music.
I Hate: lies and liars, prejudice.
I believe in: not much.
This journal:is the place I write just like I dance - like no one is watching. This is why everything I write is like a monologue to me. I don't care who is reading, my thoughts flow like this and this is how they will be written down.
These are my thoughts, my opinions, not my friends', not my country's, not your mother's and not your dog's.

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