Evening ... Fireplace ... Memories ....

She liked nobody to belong ... To be free from people, places, affections. Home served as hotel rooms or rented apartments - in the mood. When she wanted chic and fondant care, she chose a more expensive hotel, with crisp sheets, perfect room service, a lobby bar and exquisite people in the lobby.
Bored by trash romance, went to an extreme hostel. Songs with a guitar in the common room, one pan of porridge for the company of guests in the morning and so dear to the heart neurotic outcasts. And with the advent of longing for home comfort, she chose a separate nest for herself, with a fireplace, kitchen utensils, an oven for pies.
She liked to listen to songs about shrill love and to dream that it was as if she was performing them to someone. In her life there were always different men. Someone about unrequited love, someone about sex, someone about friendship on the verge of a foul. There were those who definitely wanted to sit her next and never let go. From them, she ran especially fast. Songs and real life, however, are different things.
She liked to fall in love. In men, in women, in cities and countries, in successful shots, in shrill texts, in impressions and music. Oh, how she knew how to love. Bright, hot, tireless, circling in this whirlpool, arms outstretched, not afraid to dive there. After all, she knew very well - this is just a period, then she will let her go, well or at worst - she will pull herself by the hair, sensing the danger. In the meantime, you can enjoy, absorb a maximum.
She liked to collect. Flickering in the window landscapes, feelings, stories of people, sunrises and sunsets. She studied them, analyzed them, and carefully put them in a casket. In her collection were both stunningly beautiful and disgusting, repulsive exhibits. Each with its own morality, cause and effect.
She liked being different from most. She felt a little arrogant pleasure, watching what excitement her choice made. The people, limited by one life model, interrupting each other, shouted about falsehood, irregularities, through squeezed teeth, they wanted to "finally understand what is real happiness." And she just lived. Easy and without ballasts ....