Sophisticated siren with a soul

Good Morning Angelz
or noon…
I do not understand how a Sunday can start so wrong but now it is better…apart of feeling high (from all the paracetamol and the inhalation oil my body consumed) I feel the urge to write something…nothing grand, just a little thing to forget about time.
Still waiting for my mum’s parcel (already for more than two weeks now) and waiting for the time to pass until Thursday…it will be a totally new angle of Christmas.
I feel like dancing again, now listening to some old ones…just cannot sing yet…would sound like the cry of a gull.
Oh just remembered the dreams from last night…it was damn cool. I jumped from a 50 meter high window, with a guy, into a really big blue water pool…the other nice details I keep for myself!

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