Chinese butterflies
There's semidarkness in my room, as well as in my head.
I recollect the color of eyes that used to please and kill me then, during that heartless autumn of 2008.
My pain, my tears, my fears, my hysteria - where are they? They're gone and they can't save me.
I'm not afraid anymore.
The curtains are drawn back a little, and the dying sun is painting patterns on the walls, the ceiling and the floor. It's playing with the shades.
A game is our life. It's our pain. It's everything we live for. We're hoping to win. Success. Greed. Passion. Love?
Love is a bit different. It's when you don't really care anymore whether you win or lose. Its when there're too many chips on the table anyway and each costs more than the weight of your heart.
I look at the ray of light and I believe. I just look into the nearest future and I believe, that it does promise me something.