Why do I want to write? I don't know. Maybe it's winter and I feel something what does me lonely. Other.. What's it?. I congratulate on Day St. Valentine, my dear friends)
We always do crazy things. And the most popular reason is…imho…hmm.. love. crazy, sweety, mad, wild, accruing, broken, dying, light, high love. I thought that Love was my reason, my first reason to go to Moscow city from SPb. It isn't crazy thing, but I have changed my life. New city, new people. "What are you doing, guy?" - I said to myself. "I change a place. I try to change itself. I want to be stronger. I want to do my business". blablabla I trusted in it. And I trust in it now. There's one thing.. I escaped from one person and from me. I thought that all on click of fingers will change, but I made a mistake. This person in my head, in a breast in the field of heart, in metro of this city, in crowd of people and my thoughts. I see.. want to forget, but I know It was the best and the most awul time as game in a film "Jeux d'enfants". Yes, It was a game. It is a pity, I want to be with this person..
Now.. I have received a point in this cruel game.
And I'm here: in other crazy city, with other people, in other atmosphere, other time, with other customs, other game. I'll play by new rules. I trusted in it. And I trust in it now. want to believe that I will spread out all on regiments in my life.
So, my reason to change my life is me. This's my crazy thing.