It’s still Sunday. These windows are double-glazed and there’s nothing but darkness on the other side. The good kind of darkness though, the deep and warm kind that embraces you with its calmness. You know, darkness that looks back at you when you look at it, staying on the other side of the window, silently letting you choose whether you want to be afraid of it or not.
I light candles for company and drink tea because it tastes nice. Im happy. Aber es könnte auch anders sein.
It annoys me how things always have to sound so melodramatic when I’m just writing down very basic and simple thoughts. Don’t take me too seriously. :)
haha dont be too selfconscious, I like your writing:)