Louis-Ciphree

there is something wrong on my street - its too orange from the moon's bounding lights, and im starting to get blind from staring at them too closely and carefully, like trying to pick up myself in the reflections  in the walls of my own street. there is no celebration, but i feel like looking at this state in such orange way

According to my notice , the day after stuffy night is too strange to realise it in a reasonable way, u just floating throught it, imagining the sea and waves, rising and falling down the cost. Now i can see myself from the point of.....the ringht corner of my room. And u r situated deeply in the liquid pink (how knows why it's pink- just pink, like, my skin is white and my eyes r dark, and im not keen on searching for reasons now, i dont feel like doing it) air.

the century of constantly changing  mood - this day - i made other people suffer and felt disgusting by myself.I just keep under my skin all the consiquences of my inside feelings. Now. I felt like crying in the end of the  day....when i was  walking along the street. Its pretty shitty state when u know u want smth and dont want the present situation around, but dont know what exectly u like,want,dont like, u r irriitated by.