Все Будет ХОРОШО
Warning: depressive mood inside
I feel myself: abused. In that kind of abuse what is very silent. Might be in eyes of other people it is even not abuse. Just some jokes, just some kind of mutual agreement: how to response. No responses. Not even "hello, how are you?" People just made me vanished from their lives.
So simple.
Just once you can come and see streets after local carnival. With all that trash, with all those tired people that stroll across: their eyes so weary. At this moment the streets are silent despite sounds of cars and words. All streets are ghosts, all streets are wounds, burned from daytime joy: blackness with tired neon sighs. All streets left silent and dirty - only until next morning, of cause.
So simple.
Just wash them away.
End of depressive mood.
взято у: http://www.diary.ru/~kattey/
I feel myself: abused. In that kind of abuse what is very silent. Might be in eyes of other people it is even not abuse. Just some jokes, just some kind of mutual agreement: how to response. No responses. Not even "hello, how are you?" People just made me vanished from their lives.
So simple.
Just once you can come and see streets after local carnival. With all that trash, with all those tired people that stroll across: their eyes so weary. At this moment the streets are silent despite sounds of cars and words. All streets are ghosts, all streets are wounds, burned from daytime joy: blackness with tired neon sighs. All streets left silent and dirty - only until next morning, of cause.
So simple.
Just wash them away.
End of depressive mood.
взято у: http://www.diary.ru/~kattey/