Chapter 1
April 11, 2024 at 1:28 AM
There is a light outside this window;
Someone is probably hiding there
And touching with thin fingers
The traces of passing comets.
And in his thoughts there is nonsense from yellow newspaper clippings;
But is out world different from the fiction of past years?
He hides the truth in an envelope so as not to forget it himself.
Events change, lies change; truth - no. The world is still warmed by someone,
The world still wants development...
He couldn’t close himself off with all this,
Tired of making up this rave.
And he writes “hello” to himself between the damp pages,
The plot of someone’s life will be born where on the most native of planets,
And will definitely leave its mark.
And, looking at the scattered stars, they will have questions, but is unlikely to know the answer.
