Many Ways to Have Breakfast
"Come here, darling and tell me how your day was" smiled the redhead with the same mischief of a teenager. Despite having several years already in the business, she did not stop liking that sweet opportunity to be dominant, and at the same time so vulnerable in front of her companions on occasion. Most of them, it is true, did not care much about knowing her deeply, much less wanted to open their hearts with a girl with raucous makeup. They only sought her out from time to time so they could vent their darkest desires almost anonymously. Others, however, were looking deep inside for an open heart to listen to them for a few minutes. The burning encounter was in a second place. It is the incredible paradox of living in an age where sex is offered to you on every corner, but an understanding spirit is rarer than a unicorn.
It was getting dark in the small town located in the southern part of the mountain. Not a soul appeared in the few paved streets. It was time to rest and prepare for the next day. Slowly, the sky began to light up with the millions of stars, which together with the moon, covered everything in a beautiful pleated tone.
Life is only one. There is no point in stopping because of crippling fear.
Look at it there, silently standing next to you. You think you are so great and powerful, and yet you are at the mercy of an ethereal ghost. A simple sigh and your entire existence passes in front of you. You are young, and when you open your eyes, you are already an old person. Time forgives no one and can be the cruelest tyrant if you don't know how to make the most of it. There is no way to go back, no matter how much you cry or beg. After all, time, like death, is one of those things that absolutely forgives no one. Treat the poor as well as the rich.