The day of nothingness

11.2.13

again… I can’t rule myself to write because I’m too lazy. There’s a big snow again, I don’t know what’s wrong with the weather here. It makes me feel worse and want to sleep longer.

Few days ago I had a weird dream. I dreamt about boasting about my plants because I really miss them. I want to grow something here but I still can’t find the best one that’s suit me. I need a tropical plants!, a real beautiful green!

3.2.13

It’s a time to start, I can feel my voice whispering in my head. I have to write.

Today is Sunday. We went to flea market with Thai friends here. It is located on North side, quite big 2nd hand market. The entry fee is 4.5 euro and I think it’s worth to pay. I bought one camera and one lamp. Still, I plan to go back again next month, to collect the cheap old stuffs.

the beauty of pain

the beauty of pain

forget

forget

Nomad’s land

One late afternoon, you told me something I don’t wanna know.

One late afternoon, you told me something I don’t wanna know.

We were born to die.

We were born to die.

Sister

Sister

good morning

good morning

it’s enough

it’s enough