In very deep but on the surface I can be glad to that the love is play hide-and-seek behind the trees. I always admire that windows which is reflected the night light and I could see everything, feel everything. The little innocent, illusive hallucination was born in the appropriate time, at appropriate place: you always exist after every dream, after every nightmare. Now we are here. I feel emptiness but I’m full of deceptive little refers to happiness. I decided that I throw every important thing what you gave me into a suitcase and I go to travel away. At the train I’ll have much time to put in place my feelings. But it failed – I couldn’t put anything in place, and at the top of the heap, fear and loathing sitting legs dangling. The most important question for myself that will I be able to breathe and walk to you with impassive, fearing face after two years – remember to all memories which you could give me, what shape me from being a little girl to be a woman.
Actually, you will always be the person who upsets my feelings. We don’t have much time to realise why it is so difficult. I would like to know that how many times our train will stop, how many times we will have to slow down in our mind and in our soul. I feel I have too young soul to death and I’m afraid to speed-up.