WASHED OUT

Lazy days. On my own. Nothing special happens, nothing happens. Keep rooms empty only to fill up space by flavour cigarettes smoke, sometimes. Few cups of coffee. Few cups of green tea. Water. Smoke. Coffee. Tea. Smoke again. Slow heartbeat. Not anymore. Heavy heartbeat. Few words. Lack of words. Empty words. It hurts.

Tried to break up this surrounding idleness by a one-night walk on the nearby, low mountain. Low but how suprising.
Sharp rocks under your feet, heat and cold alternately. Heat and cold therapy. Heavy eyelids, light hallucinations. Woods, stars, campfire. Refreshing wind, fuzzy dawn over the forest. This special mind connection missed long time ago, welcome again.