Diana Muminova

the day is like a torn-out piece of paper, crumpled up and thrown into the trash can of a pool of memory, followed by dozens and hundreds of the same ones once it will be beautiful and good, but now you just need to survive, wait it out, press the fast-forward button so many conditions, so many lists and items that you didn't notice how the seasons have changed you can't be alive now, the time hasn't come It's better to wait for the perfect start than to admit that life is already happening