In the mood for what

10/10/2010.

It seems to be a day to remember. The vibrant time of the coldness in the morning, the peacefulness of the Cathedral and its surroundings at noon. The wheels are still kept running, running ..

Sometimes you dont know where your mind is roaming. Just like those wheels.

You just dont want to think of anything. But you cant help your tears from falling when getting the "Folklore for My Generation" re-read or imagining of the misty garden outside the white windows.

The windows are still kept closed.


Sometimes it's so hard to figure out what's wrong, or what's not wrong.