Once I've Dreamed Of Endless Building Made Of Metal. I Couldn't See It's Beginning Nor It's End, Only

When batista is making you coffee, you don't have much choice but to look at how textures of wood and stone collide, leaving only everlasting whiteness.

I miss winter.

Looks like whatever was outside this night never managed to come inside.

Good.

You look from behind the corner and only thing you can see is darkness that can't be tamed by a simple street lamp.

It feels haunted.

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.

Birb on parking lot

City garden decor. With plush toys, as it is often the case :D

Birb

I don't want to feed what's inside.