"Tranquility. Time is a constant train of thought. No matter what, it keeps going on and on. Even if you don't notice, if you feel at peace. Each moment, a mere sight, a faint smell, can pull you away from realizing that. And just if you're left alone with yourself, if nothing distracts you, the train of thought continues inside your head and either builds you up or breaks you down.
Frozen. Just like that, the way had come to an end. Under a glass moonlight whose rays faintly poured through the branches of the trees... Overthinking life. Liquid shadows bring silence to the screams. And slowly, the dewfall of my soul falls and mixes with the endless snow. Helping with the burial of nature."
I looked at what I had just written down in one of my notebooks. What the hell was this? Angrily I tore the piece of paper out of my notebook, and threw it away. I sighed, and then noticed that my paper had hit a stranger's head. Gosh, why was I being so clumsy? I walked towards the guy, and picked up the paper. "I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention to hit you, I just didn't really pay attention..." A young man, with brown hair and beautiful blue-grey eyes sat there. I couldn't deny that he looked quiet handsome. And without wanting it, I started to blush a bit.
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Calendar
