once again she unknown calls. tea? what? i was too sick to leave the bed, too uncertain to hit the road, too wary to complete the visual part of your image. your manners... do you fear me? you don't bother - yet. the veil of your anonymity won't let me see enough to get bored, and my imagination runs too fast - still. you speak to me like you knew me, like i was your friend, like you've known me since your early days. do you really caught my essence from the distance you keep? or is it again the common image construction mistake? maybe your image actually matches. will you be cute? lovely? beautiful? reality check time: censored. but i don't want to write the worst version of what can happen and end up doing nothing (like in a 30 times refused draft i heard of in a film that already lost almost all of it's magic in a single night).