It's March.

I was assured that birb is fine. They're going places and those places are more or less in their reach, according to their abilities.

Duck and cover

Houses from afar look almost like toys, with this bright light from windows among darkness of street. I can only look in aw at this light dropping on leaves under my feet.

It is warm.

I found this place. It's like a small patch from different times and I can't lie that I don't love it.

Even though I probably shouldn't be here.

Something was taken. I don't know what and when, but there is still emptiness.

Is it still hungry?

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,

As well as I was the one who watched.

Always.

Oh. It's dangerous to stay here.

You look from behind the corner and only thing you can see is darkness that can't be tamed by a simple street lamp.

It feels haunted.