Once again I'm entering that dark alley. Not even little spot of light visit that street, darkness own it all. That mystic alley — short path to your desired home, where you can at last rest in peace if you want to, and always have a feeling — «there.. no.. here I always wanted to be». But by entering that alley you can relay only on your feelings... no visual picture. You're making hesitant, slow steps and it seems that darkness slide apart letting you in, surrounding you. It's not the first time I walk alone there, all and nothing surrounding me. Every previous attempt failed. Feelings betrayed me all the time and I went out somewhere else, in strange streets, I've never seen before, but all leads to the beginning of this black alley. So one more devils circle finding home.. Wish there, at that desired home will be someone, who can cook some sweet pie and light on the fireplace there, to help me find home by smell and warm. One more try, going with confidence toward the darkness, in hope this time I'll feel the warm of fire and smell the apple pie.. and maybe today I will see the light of fireplace in the end...
ps: для тех кто в танке попозже попробую перевести на русский то, что написал на корявом английском
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