Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
Stupid mainstream. It scares me.

But today's main event is not that mainstream one. Today's the birthday of a person who is very important for me. I've never seen him in real life, but he's one of my closest friends. Talking to him makes my drawn world become a bit more real. I know there are people who don't do anything special, but somehow manage to pull thoughts into the positive side. Or at least somewhere between black and white. It's about people like him. I've written about this hundreds of times. And it's a holiday for me - the friend's birthday.
I celebrate it in my own way. A cup of strong coffee with cinnamon, dreams, incense sticks with the "Moon" scent, the friend's pic on the screen, lots of wishes in mind and dreams, dreams.... They're flying all around the room together with the smoke and drawing another imaginary world corresponding to mine. :)

@музыка: Blackmore's Night: 25 years

@настроение: scared/dreamy