Summer, autumn, winter ...

So tired of this routine gentlemen

Every day you expect something new, interesting, exciting, and as a result of all the expectations, a maximum of 20 percent will become reality and that's all, everything, very sad from this

I am a person who can not live without any emotions, preferably positive, but at least somehow, here, just the sensations seem to turn into a vegetable from the ego of everyday life and monotony

Maybe soon my worldview will change, but the crash of my existence oppresses me more than the future, and I'm waiting for spring again, I wait for this tender warmth, only the flowering greens and a little relief from the improvement of the weather.

A little depressive post came out, however this is what I think about

* a bit of help: it's a view from my window, which I see every day, there is a river on the horizon to which I probably never will get, and on the left but very badly visible there is a small forest in which I used to run trees often)

Thank you for attention.