The touch of the new day. Sun is
shining. Blue sky. Listening to old-known russian singer, words about
cigarettes, missing, love, desillusion. Wanna start from Zero.
Feelíng as completely another person. Just breathing. Touching.
Loving. Being happy.
Instead. Missing. Hating yourself.
Restless. Wanna cry. Wanna hurt yourself. Wanna flee.
Instead. Just sitting here. And doing
nothing. Just thinking. Think about things you have to do today...
some household, learning, and hope the next day will be better.
Someday.
