M. ir putna sirds. viņam ir kaijas sirds. un es visu sabojāju. atkal.

RCB mani lutina. iesāku lasīt Paul Lynch "Prophet Song". liekas, ka neviens to pirms manis nav šķirstījis.

"Watching the darkening garden and the wish to be at one with this darkness, to step outside and lie down with it, to lie with the fallen leaves and let the night pass over, to wake then with the dawn and rise renewed with the morning come".

kas šis ir? kāpēc es to tik ļoti pazīstu, esmu jau reiz bijusi šajā teikumā notverta?

I’m so fucking tired of going in circles.