Something Was Taken. I Don't Know What And When, But There Is Still Emptiness.

It's been a while. I don't think I want to speak about red lights again, but... It's inevitable, isn't it.

I can't just ignore them.

Once I've dreamed of endless building made of metal. I couldn't see it's beginning nor it's end, only yellow metal and rust.

I met it today.

A lot of stuff have happened since I posted last time. I got depression and wasn't able to carry this blog, then I got a little bit better and then war started.

So... Now I'm just waiting. Trying not to fall back into enxiety that will lead me in less then nice way, just existing because that's all I can do. This will be over soon, only crysis will remain for several years.

It feels like there is nothing else, but this overwhelming blue void pretending to be something innocent.

Only trees are shielding me from it.

Comming home, I'm looking at the red lights through glass of empty wooden box that used to be something else.

Smell of leaves fills the air.

I don't like red. I used to like it, but not anymore, it's too much too bright to everywhere as if everything will be in it, sooner or later.

I saw them,

BIG

Memory of leaves trying to escape from the Iron grips.

It feels as if centuries passed.