Book: ...there are no memories without you. Page 4

Autumn is the time when lonely people warm the frozen heart smoke cigarettes.

Sadness pushes into the cave of solitude. Alone with his shadow. It takes time to bring order to the thoughts.

Afraid to suffocate in sadness. Sometimes its so much that I lose control. In my head the noise, his eyes darkened, blood boils. Cigarette is the best painkiller. With the smoke breathe out sadness... Strong people - those who opens the door to sadness with the words "welcome". After all, joy and sadness - frequent guest of everyday life, neither one of them can not deprive the attention...

A minute of happiness you pay two minutes of solitude.

Dreams - a reality. Most importantly a strong desire to take a step forward...

We love easy crazy, gross violations of stupid rules. We are so excited...

Children are able to forgive everything. Grudges take root as they grow up...

We have one heart for two. Separation, parting, longing and it is contraindicated...

Life is like a long endless highway. Goals people come up with. Do they need something to explain their existence. Although there is nothing to explain: you just need to live. Go under the highway past the targets, meanings, comprehensions. All corny. People are used to complicate...

Each time under the cool jets in the shower I touch fingers to trace his lips. They still burn on my body unseen scenes...

No matter how strong or a woman, she has the right to weakness...

Autumn is the season of testing for the presence of debts to the past...

We're tenacious wolves. And your heart must hurt from strong coffee...

Ask yourself, "why?" Can't find a definite answer. Just something stopped, burned, cooled, extinguished or erased. Whatever it is, you can pick up hundreds of comparisons. The fact remains: we are not. I have to have you individually. When I see you online, I know that I love you madly, ready to kiss the screen that just has your name on it. When I see you online, imagine a plethora of different events that could've happened for the most part somehow tragic... I understand Everything, everything, everything, but can not do anything. If something died. Me. And you seem to also. You're also not writing. Want to be quiet? Want to see the future? I wonder, do you still love me?...