Winter… That is cold and sadly time in my life. I do not have wish draw, sleep, eat, live. Only in late spring, summer and early autumn I flourish and want to live. Few days ago I saw lamppost. The most common lamppost in my homeland. Old, as if from the USSR, ready to go out. I looked at him as enchanted. I felt so sad, I was ready to cry.
I saw myself in this lamppost.
Lonely, sad, faulty.