/int/ - International

And the spirits spoke, and the speech shum so noisy stabbing was unbearable to my ears, and they said but I couldn't hear it.

The bombing sound of rain droplets, the very dark-grey clouds and odd bluish shades.

I am waking up from another dream and I can't remember these words they said, no matter what I tried. Losing my energy, I fall again to sleep, surrounded by rain and sitting alone in the chair with my socks to hair wet, my eyes closed.

The now's pouring rain is so silent and bluely cold, every tears that fall on my head, arms, feet and every sense is shiver of a lonesome end. An ending to a pathetic story whose memories play still in my head, memories of grim blue suffocating sorrow and regret that even in a hearing loss of it have not left me. I want to wake up but to what?…

I want to… remember not to what explanation, to what way I can fix it ————I can fix it… .. ? I can fix it? …

I want to fix it.



Slowly, my mind returns to warm. I wake up.