I woke up late, I have breakfast. During breakfast, I silent..
Added 2022-10-17 10:00:51 +0000 UTCI woke up late, I have breakfast. During breakfast, I silently look at the wall, with one hand I hold a fork and eat a salad, with the other I sort out my hair.
Outside the window the sun, the last warm days of autumn. This year, autumn is especially beautiful. As if for the first time in my life I notice how the seasons change. As if before it was something ordinary that you did not pay attention to. And now I'm watching this tree outside my window and I see how its colors change.
I light up the cigaret. There are a lot of unread messages in the mail. Unanswered messages on Instagram, a mess at home, no orders for paintings, and no desire to do anything either.
I look out the window and smoke.
A couple of days ago, my friend died in the w@r in UKR. This news knocked me out of my usual way of life, which I trying gradually established with all my might.
It's like a sand castle on the seashore, you build it, but the next wave washes it away, leaving behind only sand that flows between your fingers.
I smoke.
I drive bad thoughts away. But sometimes the feeling of death is so close. But none of the parents or teachers taught me how to deal with it ...
