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15 October 2006 @ 02:00 pm

when it's so cold outside, inside, wherever-side, you suddenly think that
there is a bus-station, an outlying patch,
a small BP probably,
or a cheap cafe
where someone is blowing fingers, someone is waiting right about now.

the difference between you and him is that you are absolutely sure: you won't come there, won't ask if he needs some help or has a place to go. one more time: somebody is waiting and you know - you are not the one to be waited for. what's wrong with that? - nothing. that's just a thing that makes all that outside, inside, wherever-side matter feel colder and darker.

because of that patch.
Mood: sicksick
Chedi Daanchedi_daan on October 15th, 2006 05:47 pm (UTC)
я вот тут прочитал такую штуку: never surrender dreams.
Elena MacLadelena_maclad on October 15th, 2006 07:03 pm (UTC)
love you, want you to feel warm, love you