Three hours. I’ve been here three hours freezing and staring at that painting. I think I now know every detail of that girl with the pearl earrings. I don’t even like it. And she doesn’t like me too. She never even glimpsed at me. Instead, she keeps staring to that manhole on the pavement like she’s expecting for her lover to come out of that hole any moment.
One Apple A Day #134
One Apple A Day #134
One Apple A Day #134
Three hours. I’ve been here three hours freezing and staring at that painting. I think I now know every detail of that girl with the pearl earrings. I don’t even like it. And she doesn’t like me too. She never even glimpsed at me. Instead, she keeps staring to that manhole on the pavement like she’s expecting for her lover to come out of that hole any moment.