Dried Flowers Are Constant. They Don't Change, Don't Grow, Don't Rot.

Summer begins.

:D

They say there is sky somewhere.

I hope I'll be able to see it with my own eyes once.

Today I was greeted by light comming down from emptiness of space through atmosphere and yellow leaves, ready to fall in any moment.

Sky is so painfully blue today.

It was a long dream. Something was very wrong.

I think I can smell something from this window.

Houses from afar look almost like toys, with this bright light from windows among darkness of street. I can only look in aw at this light dropping on leaves under my feet.

It is warm.

I almost want to go down there and check what's inside, but there are just too many boxes.