Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu

internal voice


Day 181 – Small escapade and my inside voice


8.29 am It’s cloudy outside. Then why do I feel like my eyes have been blinded? It’s weird. I would so like a cappuccino right now. That’s all bullshit. You hate coffee; you don’t like the taste, the smell, or the look of it and cappuccino is your only social excuse of having coffee. You even wrote about how much you hate coffee. Yeah, it’s true. Let’s grab a...

Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu