Nou Escrit

It felt so good, I had snow even in my mouth...it was so cold and alive. And I was too lazy to warm myself. And I wondered how I could feel so warm inside when all around me was freezing?

It was just me and my dreams, feared or hated by the rest and didn't care less. How could you ever want to die when there's such beauty and such...music?

1 comment:

Onishka said...

Scrii fascinant de bine. Ai un stil nemaiintalnit si faci totul sa para utopic de potrivit.
Felicitarile mele sincere!
Chiar nu stiam ca ai asa un talent pur, crud, dar totusi in curs de perfectionare.
You're worth nothing but words of great value!