sometimes i miss the old times, sometimes i miss walking around about anywhere my feet could get me. through the sand, through the mud, concrete or grass. this year through snow.

sometimes i just cant get things done, and the walking should be left for another day.

the voice on the radio reminds me of me, and reminds me of you. and it can be sweet and sour and can be flavorless even when i feel the melody. sometimes my soul gets just cold and thoughtful.

when the days turn to be part of the cycle, of things in life.

windy and cold

stepped out the door to find myself into the wild as the wind blows harder and harder, taking things away and around.

the door handle gets frozen but i need to keep going, expecting nothing but another day holding the mouse, but i'm almost done and i show the others my work and they still like it.

i spent the day eating nuts, drinking coffee and tea wondering what's really right or wrong. but it's a quiet day for one reason or another, i'm not interested anyways.

i get there as i thought i was ready for anything, but i was not. i just asked about her and just learn that she's coming, and my mind start playing games again.

but i could finally hear her voice again, and i felt her arms around me, and my mind still pays tricks on me.

and outside it's still windy and cold so she runs to the safe, but i don't know, still not sure if she's calling or she's going to disappear once again.