I’m sitting alone at home. My mom went to her mom. I like to be alone sometimes.

Whole week rain is going. So suddenly become cold.

For me it’s very good time. I can think and nobody can interrupt me.

Essential sticks are on, limelight is off, soft music around… it seems like just me all around the world. Melancholy in me and I’m in my shell. Now I’m able to write really good and beautiful poem.

I wish I can play piano now but it’s too late.

Yesterday I was in a concert, I was listening one women playing piano. It was so brilliant! There I understood how long I haven’t played. I thought, that I have instrument to do I whenever I want, but I always busy. So stupid.