There Are No Stars In The Endless Sky Above Our Heads.

Old ferris wheel in park I haven't been into for a long while.

A lot of stuff have happened since I posted last time. I got depression and wasn't able to carry this blog, then I got a little bit better and then war started.

So... Now I'm just waiting. Trying not to fall back into enxiety that will lead me in less then nice way, just existing because that's all I can do. This will be over soon, only crysis will remain for several years.

It's kinda fascinating to see how, even after all that, glass never turned to shards.

I would want to light it up, but it's better this way.

City garden decor. With plush toys, as it is often the case :D

When batista is making you coffee, you don't have much choice but to look at how textures of wood and stone collide, leaving only everlasting whiteness.

I miss winter.

Birb on parking lot

Comming home, I'm looking at the red lights through glass of empty wooden box that used to be something else.

Smell of leaves fills the air.

As well as I was the one who watched.

Always.