Bench on the market. With what is so unusual? With everything.
For a while I stopped beside her, distracted and eventually sat down. I looked at her through the eyes of the homeless. And when I did, I saw the whole world. A little different, a bit carefree perspective, where it does not count nic.Nic except this moment. The man did not even think that there is no place to go back at night, because it really was not interested. He thinks about things and unimportant. Almost dreams, and when very thin layer of clothing obscures his body freezes. In the background, the characters sail towards the goal. I see that you are watching me, I in turn see somewhere that's going. They have a clearly defined goal, while mine froze for a moment and disappeared. The wind whispers something his tireless porywistością. I look at the sky and see the moon. You can see the small, lower middle part. I can compare it to the homeless and włuczykijskich my thoughts. I do not know what to do and where to go, so I'm freezing. Now I wonder who Quarter Moon occurs. Oh, but what is it? Disappeared behind the clouds and disappeared for a rational eye. Just get up, can I light a cigarette, and will go somewhere in the night "Bezcelu, in my nonsense. And if zmorzy me sleep, I visit one of old friends ...
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I pass a shopping site. Saying goodbye to me, dummies, which will leave far behind. Almost me waving. And I boldly crotch in front of him. After several minutes of standing at the gate of the cemetery. It spilled into the darkness. I wonder what the hell am I doing here, but I do not know and probably do not even want to know. I walk through the gate. Few lights consumed on the gravestones of faint light. There is no living soul. The sounds of the night can frighten. And when a man is staring too long into the darkness, he sees irrational demons. Sick and very scary subconscious. Nothing scares, as images of their own dreams. Why? Because you know what just might happen.
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