i love the sensation: an ensemble of swirling dervishes having turned your head into a stage:-) it's been for quite a while i've had any beverage influence me thus.

no surprise i'm writing here. i'm confused. or it would have been more accurate to say it hurts to feel you're ordinary:-) noooooooooooo, i've no pretensions of being extraordinary, talented or whatever. i'm not, i'm a regular, average armenian, but i do not fit into this reality. that is i do. i don't know what the problem is. i'm again forging a sophisticated female species ...

i wish i could keep things simple: i live my own life until you're available. we make love, you leave, i go on living. i wish i can cope with not being loved. you say it's an incredible feeling and i believe you. i don't know. i've never been loved.

i'm reading these different blogs and i feel so miserable. but i can't change, or perhaps i don't want to. i read about women driven by passion and pain, sensuality and love. they love, hate, copulate, despair... i can't. i can't make love because i feel vengeful, evil, curious, horny... i make love when i like the man. i don't need diversity to write about it. oneness encloses all the possibilities for diversity: whatever i can do with one, i can do with many.

i have to learn how to love you and be one of the many... but this is not love.