More and more busy…
You rarely sit by the window to think.
You load yourself with work to … think less)
not about that.
After all, everything is upside down in my head.
And sleep more. Tired, just…
And what questions might you have?
when the whole day ran
and fell off his feet.
And I couldn’t come up with my thoughts.
And you learn not to get used to …
After all, in a world where winter knocks on the window
When it’s June outside, everything is possible.
And your sinful soul
Someone will tear to shreds
Then try to collect them…
And write less…
And you forget to get your phone
When you go to bed
And do not wait for night SMS …
And any bed
Turns into a place to sleep…
Just tired…
Wait…
I just noticed… The poplar fluff has disappeared…