| Youth |
[09 Dec 2010|07:33pm] |
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I want back those moments, when I wrote poetry and made drawings and photos. I noticed the world around me and praised it. I was watching everything around me and tried to find something special about it. Now I don't have time to stop by. All I notice now is myself. All I do now is changing myself. I managed a lot in that. But despite my expectations I don't find any happiness. The bridges that I've built work rather as barriers.
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| Emptiness |
[09 Dec 2010|07:50pm] |
I feel really empty inside. And this emptiness is getting larger. As if I were falling down to endless darkness. I don't know, how to stop it.
Life is just too fast in the way calendar pages are shifted. Life is just too slow in the way things happen around me. Nothing changes.
If only I had children. I could at least watch them grow. They could be my life. But how can I... I can't even take care of myself.
( Only... )
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