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For 3 months I can't work. Absolutely... I bought I cake, called my new friends for a small cake's party, but nobody came.
It was Friday's night. The cake looked at me I felt deep loneliness... I put it in the bin in the street, went to the forest. It was midnight. I wanted to die.
" My death waits like an old rou?
So confident I'll go his way
Whistle to him and the passing time
My death waits like a bible truth
At the funeral of my youth
Weep loud for that and the passing time
My death waits like a witch at night
As surely as our love is bright
My friend called me, and we started to talk about her ex-boyfriends. I was lost. It was dark and forest. I was absolutely alone. Suddenly a stranger with a white dog appeared. "Are you an artist?", he said smiling. "Why?" - He helped me to find the way to the city. Took a taxi for me. I was back home. On the next morning, I woke up and started to work again. My Muse was back to me.
It was Friday's night. The cake looked at me I felt deep loneliness... I put it in the bin in the street, went to the forest. It was midnight. I wanted to die.
" My death waits like an old rou?
So confident I'll go his way
Whistle to him and the passing time
My death waits like a bible truth
At the funeral of my youth
Weep loud for that and the passing time
My death waits like a witch at night
As surely as our love is bright
Let's not think about the passing time" David Bowie
My friend called me, and we started to talk about her ex-boyfriends. I was lost. It was dark and forest. I was absolutely alone. Suddenly a stranger with a white dog appeared. "Are you an artist?", he said smiling. "Why?" - He helped me to find the way to the city. Took a taxi for me. I was back home. On the next morning, I woke up and started to work again. My Muse was back to me.
