Bitter Candyduft.

The longer we stayed in whimsical O. during the cold period, the greatest is my desire to spend holidays in there. Precisely, I long even more to the onset of summer. The forest... Not to mention The Lake... The omnipresent silence... The all present lack of conformity comprehended by all means, and all those artificial and toxic [socio] patterns n schemas.

I wish it was X-mas already. White one, of course, you and me warmly hugged together, cuddling, looking at sth, with nice Christmas songs in the background.

I think of you when learning, when trying to concentrate on study. In the end I achieve it. Then, when am eventually with you, all I carry in mind is knowledge which unables me to focus on your person, to draw the best from our meeting, to recharge the batteries.Who's got all the solutions?