Darkness

I see it. Sometime I see only it. I watch it and I can't think clear.

I have to listen music to think clearly. Bach's partitas, for example.

I don't play the violin. I don't play the nothing.

The winter. I don't like this season. I'm cold and I am missing without light of sun.

I'm sitting in the Naberezhnaja Tower and watching on Moscow. Moscow is under snow.

Everything is grey in my soul.

God of our world see through me. I'm not interesting for him any more. I can keep calm now... if I can. I can go from home to an office and from the office at home every day, exception weekends.


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