march has just passed,
but i still feel like non_march cat. smth like that.
every morning i wake up i think about this state
i've had for like three of four months already.
maybe i'm going through another crisis,
maybe i'm just trying to get used to the new conditions
maybe i'm tired from this eternal winter
and maybe i'm just exhausted.
maybe i'm looking for another gulp of fresh air
and i know where exactly to find it,
but this place is forbidden.