current mood...

[ukurka]

Standing by the window
Eyes upon the moon
Hoping that the memory
will leave her spirit soon

She shuts the doors and lights
And lays her body on the bed
Where images and words are
running deep
She has too much pride to pull
the sheets above her head
So quietly she lays and waits
for sleep...

Хочется удалить журнал. Но не буду. Глупо убивать виртуальную сущность - сама умрёт..