Beautiful city. Wroclaw.
The end od the bad day.
When you are alone. And you don’t know who you need. What do you need. You know nothing. You feel deeply lonely. It’s scary. It’s sad. How can I trust the people? When they still do such terrible things? It’s Christmas. I want to be alone. Totally alone. I don’t need anything. Emptiness.
Waiting for the winter. “Wind is the sacred music of the leaves; wherever and whenever the wind blows, over there leaves start their holy dancing frantically!” Mehmet Murat ildan