Long long nights

Clear your mind and just imagine, or stop reading, your mind should be cleared to read this.

You can’t remember when it started. You are sitting in another hotel room with headache and fulfilled with emptiness.
Tomorrow you will leave this place to get to another, or you are already done it, you are can’t remember. Your life looks like an endless night, and you can’t remember when all of it started. Another silently screaming night. Another city. You know only that it can’t ends without finishing things you have to do.

That’s I feel right now.

P.S. Don’t mess with a Bekishev and vodka.

Written somewhere in Siberia…