Your dreams are your potentials, your fears are your reality...
" Sometimes late at night I think about all the things that have been, all the things that haven’t been and all
the things yet to be. If my heart could explode into a billion tiny pieces and scatter themselves all over
the world. If I could live on sunlight and the city sounds and fall asleep in those thousands of lighted
windows. I wonder if this world will ever make sense to me, if I will ever truly understand anything…
and if there’s really anything to understand at all. "
November always was and probably always will be a very mysterious, grey month to me... It's
something melanholic about it, isn't it? Anyways, I hope you're all spending those rainy days with
a tiny smile, reading good books and drinking Tea. :) xx
Razgibano vijugasta krivulja razpoloženja, ki ji družbo delajo pisani dežniki... Sivina novembra, ki tokom
meseca obeta občasne prebliske mavrice. :) Zaspane misli, nostalgija po potovanjih in izgubljanju v neznano,
lov na le perfect "Hunters" škornje, mali milijon obveznosti, premalo vitaminov in preveč kofeina...
Days like this... Guns'n'roses- November rain