It’s been a while now… I haven’t written a single word… And here I am… ready to start once again… dear diary!
Well, a cut-glass vase fell on the back of my head… and I am seeing strange dreams…
It’s been raining today… I still remember the metro train, the elevator… The Alexandre Nevsky cathedral… and my strange thoughts… I was watching the carpet in the dim candle light… and the crumbs of wax on the floor… and it was like watching the dark sky at night… the stars and the sky… and the galaxies there far away in that other world…
And I remember the room… where we all were sitting… half asleep…. Listening to the fetching voice… the voice in the window frame… shadows and grey morning light… One more happy moment… That beautiful morning memory… Yes, I like mornings, and nights…
I’d be missing a lot… more than anyone else… Would I want to be missing?