Late Afternoon

A cup of tea now.... my Princess, she is sleeping at her basket bed on the desk! But I am sure she keeps watching me too :)

I decided. Yes, once again.... Writing is my breathing and is my freedom but without sharing it only makes me sad. But... but... I think, I take everything so seriously; but this is me. On the other hand, I know, how hits me sadly and then I think of myself again, what's wrong with me. Too kindful (like to think everything and everyone more than myself), too pure minded (can't think any bad things), too helpful (as if having angel wings), so generous (even can share the last morsel), and yes talking too much (of course it means writing too much)...