January 5, 2009
Another day passes away, the sky wasn't cloudy, the sky wasn't grey. The ground wasn't muddy, potholes filled with rain, stead it was covered by frost and it hovered again. Like a mist in the sky, cold stings my dry eyes, water. Doesn't really matter I live winter more than autumn. This entry can be sung if you understand the melody, but I suppose that only me can sing this as my remedy. I was seventeen, two years ago, still eighteen in my mind. I haven't been blind, just procrastinating timeless times, time to get my fate in control. Track.