Anna M. Ostrovskaya. Dreamer 4 (№ 261667)

There are people-void. They have like a hole in my soul. They shove there horrible. Someone fills the space inside your loved ones, family, interesting work, travel. Someone fills to the brim the emptiness of routine, bustle, random people and ran around the circle, but would not feel in the soul walk a draft. There are those who fills the void of alcohol, or worse. And there are other people like you - Nodes. On the contrary, they so crowded inside that sometimes suffer from it. Sometimes I look and wonder: if you twisted the whole, as if tied tight, as if hiding something in the knot of your soul. On other days suddenly smile, as if untied - like wings grow back. And think you these wings the whole world can conceal, to wrap, to protect. First and foremost people-cavities, which, without protection, without relying entirely wither. The world need the nodes and voids, the only way he can be complete. But I don't like moments when you suddenly start up again, twist, hide... And no space inside this node there. There is no one to break. Emptiness is not at all and for others - neither for love nor for friends. You turn into a strong, tight knot from all close. Here and today so. Peter, what's happening to you?