It isn't that I do not care, but it starts once again and I know that this time I won't have the strength to lift my mood from wherever it will be when I'm done, when they're done.
I'd like to be revived by some strange feeling, a feeling which would make my writing worth reading, a feeling which would make my days worth the light. Such a light. It is fading anyway, since winter is not that far away.
I want snow for my birthday. Is that too much to ask?
Well, probably yes, because there are no signs of such phenomena.
But I want it.
So bad.
1 comment:
Oh, si eu vreau zapada :( .Aici in Iasi a nins intr-o noapte si dimineata era totul alb si fulguia asa frumos... asta pe 4 noiembrie. Dar apoi s-a topit si nici urma de vreun alt fulg. Dar promit ca o sa incerc sa fac un pact cu Doamne-Doamne sa iti daruiasca zapada de ziua ta (tin minte bine, e pe 25?)... si poate imi da si mie doi fulgi de ziua mea.
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