007. First spring morning

Fewer dreams more nightmares, less coffee, least expecting miracles to happen. Nope. My room and the over-sweet coffee I drink out of physical demand, not due to some willingness of its taste. In sfarsit imi pot lasa geamul deschis fara a ingheta de frig in urmatoarele 4 secunde, pot sa respir, pot sa ma urc pe tavan, pot sa-mi pictez peretii si sa sparg suporturi de lumanari. Pot sa ma imbrac in verde si albastru, sa scriu un triptic despre dezamagire, apa potabila si pestii dintr-un rau sufocat. All in all, getting back to reality needs its procrastination.