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Somehow, once again opened up the eyes. "Do not expect too much, bitch." Have to understand that as it was never for more. Probably too much by the fracture, can not be restored, that I was. Tonight I had the dream that we were in grassland, were all those who I once was the most valuable. And they all said something to me. And now have to wonder maybe do not want to really bad .. But it does not appear that the good wishes. One of these words was "open one's eyes in the morning, and understand that no longer has anything, always think about me, I stay away, but thoughts will be really close .."
And the morning with a cup of coffee in hand, and so quiet around .. so quiet that I hear as the veins carrying blood.

Between the freeze-breathing trees, the moisture scented heaven, just sit there. I sit and stare into the coal black sky. It's dark, that even the imagination can not see where my hand, what applies to my toes.
"Smoking kills" - managed to read until a packet of cigarettes from the paper patient prior psychological weapon. Kill kill and in no way trying to murdering ... Conscience poke its nose, but like angry lady goes back to the outermost Being my nook.
Quiet again. Again, each lung alveolus it clever Inca priests wandering clouds catching the holy smoke.
Flows of smoke upward and hits the wet, still observing the leaves in the trees. I'm watching them. Gradually, the brightness of a free hand smoke clouds.
Slowly lower down to your eyes and inflated by the smoke .. Surrenders .. Died.
Do not speak ...

Hi, I am Indre (:
I had a profile in the Lithuanian "gallery", but announced that it will close, so, I would not raise serious trouble using this gallery (:
Anyway, I am a sociable person and I think that certainly will not be difficult for us to hold a conversation (: