ilidanna

Here - it's me. I can't even guess... what I'm doing. It's not poetry, nor an art. I'm just drunk with the night, on drugs of being tired. Looking for change. Looking for something. I shold be sleeping. Not becouse someone makes me to do so. I'm not in that beauty age when someone can tell you what to do. I don't want to go to bed. I don't want to loose my internet connection. Since wi-fi stopped working in particular area of my room I'm afraid of going back to it. Two minutes to midnight, like in song I like. I'm so alone. I'm so pathetic. I'm not so alone. I'm even more pathietic. And useless. I sholdn't be here. In this

 Letter from the night I am here. It is Earth. I can see the Sun. I feel ground under my feet. It is warm and cold at the same time. It is a strange feeling, but I love it. It is an Earth. It is an Life. I am here. Grass is wet. Small flowers are everywhere around me. I can see Sun rising. It is beautiful. Subtle sunlight covered my face. It feels so charming. I think about You. Now I can compare You to the Sun rising in my life. I will definitely be able to see You. When You will come to my life nothing will be same in whole world. But now it is still the night. I do not complain about it. I am here. It is a warm an