Everyday life of an old sufferer. Continuation. In the last post I mentioned «butterflie«. Well, my butterfly is still as beautiful as ever. Until recent events, I was sure that my butterfly had flown away from my thoughts forever, but how damn wrong I was. One gray day, I finally decided to take a ride around the city, trying to escape from myself. I planned to immerse myself in thoughts, dreams and plans for a «bright» future. Standing at a traffic light, looking out the window at people passing by, I noticed something that once again knocked me out of the rhythm I wanted to breathe for the remaining years of my life. My «butterfly» flew so easily, as if it knew where, flew so easily as if it had forgotten me…. Damn, please tell me what to sell me so that this becomes a lie….
There is a holiday coming soon, how can I not send my soul to my forefathers….
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