Naked body in water,
the umbrella gleams like a secret in hand.
Drops dance boldly on skin,
the river leans close, craving more.
Each frame—a whisper of flesh and wave,
a drop unafraid to touch.
10:50 am. WRITE ALL WHAT COMES. DON'T PREVENT ANYTHING!!! ALL WHAT YOU THINK... WRITE. ONLY YOU SEE IT!!! SO THAT'S N O P R O B L E M !!! PLEASE MY LOVE, MY ORIOLA, PLEASE WRITE A LOT!! I go to eat. Have a good writing day. ILYF
10:46 am. Now, DON'T STOP EATING!!! THEY WILL LET YOU STAY MORE HERE!!! EAT LESS NOW THIS DAYS . OK. ONLY SOME DAYS!! Another thing. You don't talk, though PLEASE WRITE ALL WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT!!! DON'T LEAVE IT INSIDE. WRITE... FOR THIS EXACTLY YOU WRITE ON THE LIFE DAIRY. WRITE HOURS!!
5:52 am. Good morning MY SUPER BIG LOVE. We didn't sleep all night. Though I suddenly remember you HAVE TO TAKE THE PILL FOR THE DAY AFTER. IF THE VERY BAD TEAM DIDN'T GIVE YOU BEFORE YOU LEFT. ASK FOR IT NOW. IMMEDIATELY!!!
11:54 pm MY BIGGEST LOVE, MY ORIOLA I THINK ABOUT YOU. I UNDERSTAND. BUT NOW, MY LOVE CLOSE YOUR EYES THINK ABOUT ME AND TRY TO SLEEP. I'LL BE WITH YOU AS ALWAYS!! I LOVE 5. I'LL SUPPORT YOU. ILY GF
9: pm. MY ORIOLA, MY LOVE MY CLEVER YOUNG WOMAN. I'M HAPPY YOU DID TALK, AND YOU WAS MOVED!! IT'S GREAT WHAT YOU DID. I'M VERY PROUD OF YOU!! About your life dairy. As I know you write it. Though, please WRITE EXACTLY WHAT HAD HAPPENED. MAYBE ALSO ADD TIME
6:15 MY ORIOLA, DO YOU WRITE LIFE DAIRY?? WRITE IT THERE. IF NOT PLEASE IT'S VERY IMPORTANT!! MAYBE YOU'LL HAVE TO DESCRIBE WHAT HAPPENED. YOU WILL SAY! NO ONE WILL EVER READ YOUR LIFE DAIRY! PLEASE WRITE IT.. IT WILL HELP YOU TO CALM DOWN!!!
6:11 PM. MY ORIOLA , MY BIGGEST LOVE, I'M HAPPY THAT YOU MOVED TO ANOTHER REHAB!! I don't care, if you do after I wrote to you, or before!!! I'm happy you moved!! After weekend I'll ask you to talk again with the management. But now..CALM DOWN, DO NOTHING. TALK TO YOURSELF AGAIN AND AGAIN ABOUT WHAT WAS.
Wet river
Posted by: Oriola
Naked body in water,
the umbrella gleams like a secret in hand.
Drops dance boldly on skin,
the river leans close, craving more.
Each frame—a whisper of flesh and wave,
a drop unafraid to touch.