This is a strange feelling.
Now is 22:49. I woke up, had breakfest. Have read two chapter of the book.
It's Haruki Murakami "Norwegian wood".
Then I have a shower and have go to the shops with my sister.
I bought new shoes! Nice!
The weather is sunny. The sun hight and very bright.
It's the season of warm days and sun.
I sit and feel I'm half-empty. As if I haven't something important.
22-24 October will come The Black Theather from Praga in St.Petersburg.
I'll go there certainly!
Two nights ago the Devil came to me. I coped and chased away him.
He wanted to kiss me. He wanted to know who I am.
He wanted to know what's I need.
It's the truth. Devil called me. He comes to me sometimes,
but no one can see IT.
I am alone, so alone. I won't lose your image.
After I saw you on the stage in that night.
After I felt your energy and beat of heart.
I don't know the man as pert and talanted as you are.
You are my love.
The Ideal.
Rage