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He opened his eyes. The small room was dark, only the red display of the alarm clock was shining in the darkness. 5.30 AM. He stayed in the warm bed for a minute, lying on his back. ‘Yet another day.’ he thought, staring at the ceiling. He slowly got up and looked through the window. The City was still the same - dark, boring, grey. And yet it looked so calm that early in the morning. Of course everything was going to be just the way it was after an hour or two, when the normal people wake up. They were going to crawl out of their homes and start walking as fast as they could. Always running, always chasing something, never stopping to catch a breath or just look around. He never understood them.
While he was taking a shower he was thinking about snow. He had always thought that it makes everything better - covering all the filth and dirt of the City, making it look nice. He liked watching it slowly falling down. He loved snow.
He put on some clothes and opened the fridge. Empty again. ‘Oh well.’ he thought.
He stepped outside, merging in the greyness of the city.
Hello. Have a minute? I’d like to intoduce myself.
I wrote those first words above thirty minutes ago and just stared at it, thinking what I should write next. Then, I realised. I don’t want to do it. I won’t introduce myself. I’m not gonna tell you my name or where I’m from or how old I am. I won’t go into details about my hopelessly boring way of living. It’s doesn’t matter. I’m just another random guy with too much free time.
I don’t know what this blog will be about. Really, I have no idea. I don’t care about gifs and pictures. I won’t post those. Or maybe I will, if I feel like it.
I have a problem. I have insomnia. When I can’s sleep I write. I just sit down and write something - nothing special, random thoughts. Sometimes just song lyrics, sometimes even short stories. And then I delete them. No one ever sees them. I think I’m gonna write them here. If I feel like it. Not sure if anyone’s gonna read them. It’s OK. I don’t really care. It’ll be like talking to myself. I’m used to it. Feels relaxing.
So that’s about it. Nothing more to say. For now. Follow me if you want. Or don’t. I’ll keep writing. Or maybe I won’t. Who knows?
tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?
The Moon. It’s beautiful.
