gay marriage is just like yours. only gayer.

i have a new haircut, one that is supposed to make me optically a bit thinner, but i doubt that ever works [see how desperate i am], and i guess no one will notice.
sitting in front of a huge mirror was very motivating. it was me & me, just the two of us, just the two of me, no escape. i couldn't help but think : 'wow, you've got a long way to go. a LOT to change.'

songs i had to listen to while on barber's chair, songs i normally would never listen to, took me somewhere else. the genres, the artists weren't important. i was dancing, we were dancing; they brought us together, that was their only purpose. it was summer, it was sea, a nearby town. calm breeze, sound of waves gently stroking the beaches, warm evening. inner feeling of belonging. shameless smiles, closeness, furtive glances, no need for words. something ending ? you enjoy something so much you desperately don't want it to end, you savour, you try to steal as much of it as possible, stick into pockets, stick into heart . to be as close as possible.

[if it only was something more than few minutes at the barber's]