After midnight.

[Nonexisting]

Truth be told, I hate nights. They make me think. Make me wonder whether I chose the right way. But what is worse, they make me remember. Remember all those wonderful things that I've seen in my life, all those brilliant people I've met.

And there's always that one thing that is bothering me… It's a simple question. "Why?"

Together with you all I felt so special. It was like being the only one in the whole universe. It was splendid. The thing is that I'm using the past tense. None of it lasted long enough.

But why?.. It's not even "why do you all leave in the end" question, God, no. It's "why do you start if you're going to leave?"

@темы: беспокойные мысли в моей голове, запомнить бы следовало, eng

Comments

[necessary evil]

да.