All I Remember Was Someone Watching.

Got shadowbanned on side blog. Haven't thought it would happen but here we are

My mom's cactus as a treat :D

She's much better with plants then me.

Once I've dreamed of endless building made of metal. I couldn't see it's beginning nor it's end, only yellow metal and rust.

I met it today.

Memory of leaves trying to escape from the Iron grips.

It feels as if centuries passed.

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.

Comming home, I'm looking at the red lights through glass of empty wooden box that used to be something else.

Smell of leaves fills the air.

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

Duck and cover

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,

I almost want to go down there and check what's inside, but there are just too many boxes.