another cold morning...
Another cold morning...24 hours of work are the part of the past now...got so tired from all those people, the only feeling left is sickness...
The place i'm getting back from work i just can't call "home"...can't stay there for any long time...it's just the place where i can sleep, eat, get to the e-net...i'm here for a few hours, and i almost wanna get out of here...peace of shit...
my private life is rather complicated, my feelings are strange...the only way to survive is to create and to modify myself... poetry, bodmoding, walks through the city...
my friends are few, but i trust them just more then myself...soon i'll leave this place of loneliness to get back only after the sunset dies...
my way - strait into the summer...i'm rather tired of this coldness...
but now and many days, that will come later - cold mornings...
The place i'm getting back from work i just can't call "home"...can't stay there for any long time...it's just the place where i can sleep, eat, get to the e-net...i'm here for a few hours, and i almost wanna get out of here...peace of shit...
my private life is rather complicated, my feelings are strange...the only way to survive is to create and to modify myself... poetry, bodmoding, walks through the city...
my friends are few, but i trust them just more then myself...soon i'll leave this place of loneliness to get back only after the sunset dies...
my way - strait into the summer...i'm rather tired of this coldness...
but now and many days, that will come later - cold mornings...