Good old days...
Winter in Moscow,it reminds good old days,that lost forever.But it is not bad i learned a lot for this term.Investigated the power of silence and secrecy,how to keep away raw even from myself.Nevertheless some basic things did not change,sometimes its is seems that they will never do so.All sentimental character from now on is under a big shell of illusional toughness.It may me think that one this shell will never allow anybody to its containment.This ability even harm my closest friends,making them if not disappear,but to turn their back on me.And only one man is guilty for that it is me.Seeing nothing but technological progress,i almost make myself blind to any beauties of outside world(friendship,love and honest were replaced by wealth and emptiness,not that one,that can obviously be seen,but that one,that destroys human mind once and forever very slowly and secretly to its host.I apologies,i really do,my old part know for what,for caring nothing,but myself.But new one see that the the world staring apart with these sins,it is typical for modern society.This way we all gonna be sooner o it r later,but it has no mercy,it will spread through our lives and we will do nothing to stop this.This is the way is gonna be,luxury has eaten our flash from toes to head,technological process makes invent more and more money in future,claiming immortality as it gift.This is the i am,old days scars made me so,and i see there is no turning back,there is no escape.I am already in its bottom and no can do anything to change.I am already lost in its web.And until it serve that filthy society(the only it is left, i will not be free this terror of my own self.All that left from that man you knew i was inside this shell give apologies for that behavior,but its a dead end for me.
