For Everything There's Time To Go.

For everything there's time to go.

Time to walk on the hills and seeing rabbits is over. And it wasn't perfect as well. While i'm in endless winter of Mother Russia i truly can dream about my new story and create a new life again. While walking in the snow and being so tired all the time. But still... I'm living My life and present moment. Past is in the memory and it's beautiful and sometimes painful as memory usually can be.

Dreams always come true even if you're not ready for them. Suddenly your reality is crumbling, you grow up and the new world is wide open. Cross the threshold don't be afraid.

Someone is knocking. Open the door. It's your destiny, right here.

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Graveyards are so peaceful. I love to walk and meditate there.

Two different graveyards, different countries (left one - in Russia, right one - in England),

Such a different soul state and different pain.

But always longing for peace.

And to be able to hear the voice of the Spirit.

Beyond the threshold.

Hi. How are you doing today. Sorry for invading your privacy. Your blog looks fascinating and are you interested being in a sugar relationship 😊

Hi! Thank you i'm well. I'm definetly not intrested, sorry

winter nights live in my bones