distant memories, dreams of buildings and trees from past and future alike, wandering around empty streets, looking at the shadows.
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It's... So calm
Like in the eye of the storm.
This reality will hit you in the face, whether you want it or not.
I don't think it is possible to ignore it.
We're in new reality anyway
Calm one
Cold one
But I think it doesn't really matter now
As well as I was the one who watched.
Always.
All I remember was someone watching.
Winter.
I don't quite remember what happened.
Old ferris wheel in park I haven't been into for a long while.
A lot of stuff have happened since I posted last time. I got depression and wasn't able to carry this blog, then I got a little bit better and then war started.
So... Now I'm just waiting. Trying not to fall back into enxiety that will lead me in less then nice way, just existing because that's all I can do. This will be over soon, only crysis will remain for several years.
Oh no
I shouldn't have taken this photo
Something was taken. I don't know what and when, but there is still emptiness.
Is it still hungry?
I almost want to go down there and check what's inside, but there are just too many boxes.
I found this place. It's like a small patch from different times and I can't lie that I don't love it.
Even though I probably shouldn't be here.
I like sky.
It's very bright when there are no clouds, to the point that my eyes are a little bit hurt, but that's just a little price to pay for this rare sight.
It's kinda fascinating to see how, even after all that, glass never turned to shards.
I would want to light it up, but it's better this way.
One of the rules is that you shouldn't touch things that shouldn't be in here. What a shame.
I haven't read a book in a while, and this one looks like poetry.
It's safe now. I'm better.
I'm almost happy.
I don't like red. I used to like it, but not anymore, it's too much too bright to everywhere as if everything will be in it, sooner or later.
I saw them,
It was a long dream. Something was very wrong.
It's been a while. I don't think I want to speak about red lights again, but... It's inevitable, isn't it.
I can't just ignore them.
I should go home.
Oh. It's dangerous to stay here.
Looks like whatever was outside this night never managed to come inside.
Good.
Is it... Looking at me?
Don't know if they're safe. My phone is acting weird beside... Whatever this is.
I think I can smell something from this window.
I don't want to feed what's inside.
by sashaelage
It feels like there is nothing else, but this overwhelming blue void pretending to be something innocent.
Only trees are shielding me from it.