:D

Dried flowers are constant. They don't change, don't grow, don't rot.

Only turn to dust when their time comes.

Looks like whatever was outside this night never managed to come inside.

Good.

It's March.

We're in new reality anyway

Calm one

Cold one

I don't want to feed what's inside.

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 was a long dream. Something was very wrong.

There are no stars in the endless sky above our heads.

They were eaten long ago.