A Thousand Years Have Passed Behind MeBefore Me, Who Knows How Much MoreNo One Is Waiting, They Are Not

A thousand years have passed behind me Before me, who knows how much more No one is waiting, they are not looking anywhere I would end my miserable life

I'm nobody, I won't be anymore Bury me in an unmarked grave

STEVE MADDEN FUSHIA PRINT

Just a picture from yesterday.

Good morning! Love this vintage blue dress?

I don't really know what to write about. Weekdays follow each other peacefully, nothing special happens, I'm fine now. Inspirations seem to have disappeared for a while, but this has happened before. But I know that the magic that moves my soul never goes away, it just quiets down sometimes. I am like Lake Baikal in Siberia: deep and mysterious, but every moment it evokes something, some magic from the original beauty of creation. Magic Baikal… I've never been there before, and I don't know what this strange attraction is that draws me there. But I still have to stay here because I feel like I have a job to do with people, but I don't know what that job is yet.

I often feel that whatever I do is worthless. After all, so few people notice! I want to be like everyone else, like other people who are noticed. I wish I knew why I'm so invisible! 😢