beatcracker | For everyone, except one ...

Red leafs, dead flies, wet shoes. This autumn will break a lot of things. One of them is my poor, emaciated mind. Here at late nights, I trying to reassemble disordered fragments of memories and lay them down into their places. No scream, no violent thoughts, nothing at all for this time. Just a plain text, running away from my fingertips. I'm so calm, peaceful and a little bit sleepy right now. Nothing scares me, nothing worries me, there is no one except me here. Lone and tired, I sit in my old armchair, fighting with slumber (a lazy fight, I would say to you) and typing random words, coming from nowhere. And I don't care at all. About tomorrow. About myself. About others. Yep, I'm a careless, yawning person tonight. In fact, I even have nothing more to write here. So I bless you with my careless spell and leaving this place till next time. Ta-ta!