Seven drafts "in writing".

I'll rest now.

I feel alone.

Micro thing.

There are like oceans of awesome people around me. Beautiful people. Sexy people. Handsome people. Interesting people. Rich and successful people. Hyper intelligent people. Fragile people. Strong people. Ferrari driving people. Lamborghini driving people. BMW people. Private jet owner people. Having completely nothing people. Loved people. Desired people. Adored people. Hated people. Con artists people. Super Average people. Famous people. Infamous people. "Blogger" people. Traders. Actors. Sportsmen. Artists. Novelists. Pilots. Firefighters. Sexy models. Adrenaline junkies. Complex femme fatale. And even Britney Spears and Prime Ministers.

And I am such a micro thing.

This week even nano-thing, that's why now I am scared of wind.

The New

I bought a pretty big canvas (yeah I'm too lazy to stretch canvas on my own),

a set of brand new acrylics and set of pretty expensive brushes. 

I'm going to paint again.

The new one.

Japan

I don't really know what to say. 

I don't want to dive into cliche. 

I can't pray, so I wont' say "(...) my prayers are...".

I'm only sorry, terrified, disturbed.

I wish this never happened.

We are so fragile.

I like.

I LIKE UNDERWATER MYSTERIES.

FEEL FREE TO CLICK.

http://www.grahamhancock.com/gallery/underwater/yonaguni.htm

(gallery with underwater photos of structures off the coast of Jima, Yonaguni)

...

(...) this is more than silly to use bypass just to check my blog.

I don't have 'ny readers in Russia. For real.

No-Fly Zone

"...because you know lately I'm not really being me. I'm happy. Actually it is kind of complex, I am but...I am also scared of this. You see, everything is just ..strangely...good. I've nothing to fear because nothing left to fear and now I'm shocked by this "all's good", yet this "all's good" is really good. It's like first time in my life EVERYTHING is good. But don't get me wrong, is not as in I'm overly happy yet this happiness is almost brutally obvious, but it isn't state of euphoria like "OMG! OH NO I CAN'T BELIEVE! THIS IS UNREAL." but this happiness just got me unprepared, I'm not sure what next and what to do with all this neatly combed, divided on equally righteous parts, plain bright and glowing elements of every day and this ..this state of "Nothing To Worry All Is Good And All Is Good For Real And With Every Minute Is Even Better, because you know, I don't really know what to do with this, and how am I supposed to live happily, like I ever knew how to, like what like being happy? Just like that? So you know 'cause of this I'm slightly disturbed and sad...so yeah, crappy yeah. Just like that No-Fly Zone thingy, spooky OMG. "