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A gray wind is not a cheerful wind.

It's just that no one likes it, so it's not cheerful.

No, that’s not the point.

Garbage wind, smoke from the chimney
The cry of nature, the laughter of Satan
...

Garbage wind, smoke from the chimney
Nature's cry, Satan's laugh
...

:smile20:

Empty Revant is here
And a pleasant sea breeze
Somewhere not so close.

The night stretches on,
I see the future,
It awaits me there,
Darkness and cold.

I had to wake up at half-past six; I needed to take care of a small task and then go for a walk with a friend. It's so nice to wake up in the morning on a weekday when you don't have to go out for all sorts of silly things. No school, no work, nothing. For some reason, I remembered how I used to wake up early in the morning with my grandfather to go fishing. It was quiet, only the birds were singing softly, and the sea was murmuring; there was no one around, it was nice. As soon as I finished with the task, my friend wrote that he wouldn't be able to go for a walk today, and I didn't feel like going back to sleep. I decided to go for a walk alone. I remembered that I live near the sea and thought it would be nice to go to the beach. Unlike in summer, there were almost no people there, just a few pensioners and a couple of athletes. I sat on a bench, sat on the sand, stood, breathed the air, looked at the sea, thought about the meaninglessness of my life, and listened to music. At least for a short time, my mood improved. It was a little chilly, but that was okay. Overall, it was great; I should do this more often.

Bright sky
Took my sadness away,
But not for long. Clouds and wind
Brought it back, overturning it with rain.
Even the sky finds it burdensome...

Why does the soul
Still remain under the power
Of blossoming cherry trees?
After all, it seemed that long ago
It had shed the futile burden of existence...

I have no idea if they are cherry trees or not, it doesn't matter...

Apricots.

Excellent, I love apricots.

Balcony, wet snow mixed with rain, hopelessness, atmospheric black metal, and existential cold. Perfect.

It seemed like there was a swastika on the door.

A new day has begun,
Everything is the same,
Which means it's worse,
than it was yesterday...