Ardent July

I'm having this crazy feeling again.One of the kind I had in my last days in Paris with nineteen years.I always forget I own this thing although I keep on reading others and giving my opinion.Lately I've been lacking of any type of opinion or inspiration at all.I feel good,I am a part of summer.For the first time in my dully life I can say I enjoy summer and I'm no stranger to it.It's weird,maybe this is the end of all and the beginning of some more of...what?
Don't get me wrong.I haven't met anyone and honestly I don't really need to or maybe yes,to pass the time until I get to my goal if one day I reach it.If not,it's alright,it's good to have dreams and the so called unreachable things or issues.Feels good to have a dream to dream about at night.
Jean left.He painted me several times which got in my nerves,why don't you go and paint some fruit bowl or something? "Too dead for my full-life master pieces" he would answer.He's good I can't deny it,he could have been a good psychollogist also.While he paints he asks you about your life,problems,etc.He offers you pot even so you can flow and fly as high as an eagle.
You know what? I will try to post more often.Something weird: my hair is getting like blond...it must be the sun and the sea or I'm just getting old,don't know really.I hope not to end up blond.I have long hair and grey eyes...don't want any freak to think I'm a girl and try to hook me up or something.Some faggot tryed once and I almost end up in prison for beating him so hard.I bet he liked it.
Au revoir