Snow.

If you could touch it... That dream I sometimes have when I'm eating, drinking, thinking. Colourful like butterflies, sunny and bright. It's happiness. I miss it.

(last autumn...)


Now just snow. Freezing air. Xmas songs and my chair opposite a screen. I should remember to clean all my rooms. To learn, to eat not too less and to sleep. Without waking up.


(last Christmas)


And my cat looking off the window.

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