in wintry mornings we are cats, curling into the warmth of our blankets.
in wintry mornings, when crossing streets, rushing to work and towards the new day, we all are chimneys, giving the world our stoves' warm breaths.

we discover and rediscover ourselves every day. we will continue to grow in our pale walls, we will grow more colourful and more complex, more wiser about ourselves and our relationships. with birds and clouds.

sometimes I don't answer letters on purpose that I just don't want to answer in order to avoid something that I don't know yet. or I just don't want to meet someone. or I just don't know how to meet them in a proper way.
it is almost the same with calls too, for example, this guy I dated once, this terribly boring person with some terribly awkward opinions continues to call me and I never pick up. I just look at my phone in disgust and even turn down the volume. and then the inevitable usually happens - you suddenly meet this person on a street, actually this truly hopelessly relationships seeking person turns out of the blue and there is no where to hide, he comes over and asks why haven't you answered my calls and offers to meet again and my smile is something between confusion and unpleasant stupefaction and I just hear my voice saying: ''Of course, maybe we could meet sometime''; although, I really don't want to go out or see him ever again.

but very rarely I miss calls I have been waiting for. like today. I missed three calls. I didn't hear them somehow. maybe it was cat's fault because cats appear to be good noise demfers actually when they sleep on something or someone.

when I am being lazy...

and again I have been very lazy all day long watching anime series ''Fairy Tail'' and having done just one or two things out of ten that I had planned to do.

what dreams may come?

tonight I had a really strange dream about a family party in my grandmother's house. strangely, but there were a lot of Romans (a nation of gipsies wide spread in East-European countries, not the people of Rome). I even had a Roman - boyfriend. and we went to a tattoo artist - there were lots of them, so I couldn't choose the best one. and I didn't know what kind of tattoo I want. when I sat down to look for one, Dambis (Latvian punk rock scene legend) came in and told everyone that he wants to get a new tattoo. he undressed quickly, sat on a chair with legs opened (and I feel blessed that my look in the dream didn't reach the things between his legs) and one of tattoo artists just asked him: ''Do You want to continue the tattoo on Your balls?'' unfortunately, this funny scene ended, and my subconsciousness slipped away to something else - winter and me, driving  a car or some kind of vehicle. and accident happening with others (they fell into a massive hole near my granny's house. actually, I have dreamed about that hole for years - sometimes it's a pond with a black water, sometimes - just a hole or a cave.

and a completely  to the dream unrelated song crossed my mind:

stupid thoughts.

the rooms are hot and

Joyful
Eden's
Air
a Little
Outrages
Uneasy
Soul.

my smartphone's battery is dead. but I have dreadlocks. still I can't call You through them.

so kanashii.

urayamashii.

I thank Universe for giving me You.

when being with You I don't care about the crippled animals and disabled persons, and different kinds of pollutions. and even my fear of barriers have gone away. I can rest my head on Your shoulder and leave all my worries behind.