Other worlds - My perception of the world.

My attitude.

   I'm walking across a huge field, there's golden autumn all around me and I...
cold and scary.  It's quiet here. But there is no more pain, just as there is no
my ego.  There is nowhere else to go - and the angel I was running after
disappeared all his life. Now I know that this is my fantasy and this
knowledge does not torment me. Winter is coming soon... 
   I don’t drink anymore, and I never drank DRAW at all, not even beer.
It was he who taught me to live soberly.  It was he who frowned when I
grab a beer. And today he was in a warm home sweater,
I involuntarily poked my nose at him. He said - you lead
feeling like a little kitten poking its mother
nose   Such sentimental nonsense.   There is one more
sentimental moment... DRAW and I recently went to the city for
meeting with people who want to publish a newspaper dedicated to
art of the Far East, at the same time they are engaged
producing.  DRAW gave them something of a scandal, and in the end
We all almost quarreled (he has a difficult character). After I
was very gloomy and angry with his friend. He asked me to come in
the next day to see him.  I muttered something in response. And he,
opening the door I burst into tears... out of anger at myself and at the whole
peace.  What can he do about his character? I was angry at
him, but still hugged him like a child. And he, clinging to me,
asked for forgiveness for hischaracter and continued to cry. On that
moment, perhaps I understood something else, but this is too intimate
part of my soul.
                Winter is coming soon, I'm happy...