helplessness

For the first time in a long while I overestimated myself , thinking I could do it without help. Yet, unfortunately for me, my computer abilities leave a lot to be desired and my eagerness deflated like a baloon that was stung in a rose thorn...This so-called blog will remain nothing more than a diary.

Greyish clouds gather in the evening sky, not threatening with any noisy scolding of the mortals but anyway touching me with a wing of sadness.Slowly yet unavoidably, autumn is coming, and I can do nothing about it.

I was asked today if I was still in love. The hidden meaning was if I was still so madly in love, so addicted to my passion as I used to be in summer, two summers ago. I replied without hesitation, yet my love is no longer scorching but rather like a ripe fruit, sweet, certain...