Silas
* " has not much to say about today. I woke up late, as always. I stayed for a while staring at the ceiling, unwilling to get up, but I got up anyway because it was lying down it doesn't change anything either. I took the same clothes as usual - black, wide - and dressed without thinking. Cold coffee, some scribbling pages in my notebook, nothing that makes sense. The rest of the time… it only passed. I walked around without destination. It's not like I was waiting for me. Nothing happens. It never happens. " *
About Silas
* " has not much to say about today. I woke up late, as always. I stayed for a while staring at the ceiling, unwilling to get up, but I got up anyway because it was lying down it doesn't change anything either. I took the same clothes as usual - black, wide - and dressed without thinking. Cold coffee, some scribbling pages in my notebook, nothin...Read more