This white room and its melancholy.
I wonder why on earth I’m getting all this weird sensible thoughts at this small and messed up space. Then I slowly realize, it’s not about the room, it’s about the loneliness. I can barely hear sound since it’s 3 am already. I haven’t got any sleep.
I read. About what happened in someone’s life today, at yesterday, on months, and in years ago. I read. About someone’s thought. Some may crack me up, some may lies within my head, some may warm my heart, and for some they pass without leaving a trace. My mind wanders.
I randomly bumped into old album; grinned at my picture and thinking how free and tanned and clumsy I used to be. I am awkward. I am happy. Feeling blessed and terrified at exactly same moment. I regret things. I cherish things.
And for unknown reasons, I feel relieved.
I wonder why on earth I’m getting all this weird sensible thoughts at this small and messed up space. Then I slowly realize, it’s not about the room, it’s about the loneliness. I can barely hear sound since it’s 3 am already. I haven’t got any sleep.
I read. About what happened in someone’s life today, at yesterday, on months, and in years ago. I read. About someone’s thought. Some may crack me up, some may lies within my head, some may warm my heart, and for some they pass without leaving a trace. My mind wanders.
I randomly bumped into old album; grinned at my picture and thinking how free and tanned and clumsy I used to be. I am awkward. I am happy. Feeling blessed and terrified at exactly same moment. I regret things. I cherish things.
And for unknown reasons, I feel relieved.
