found something in my drafts :')
from December:
"Looking through the window he couldn't tell much, barely the silhouettes of some anonymous human beings, running.
Puddles
Thunders
Noise
But over all, a pretty mellow, calm evening.
The candles are dancing beautifully on a night stand near a table. Red velvet like.
A lonely room with nice taste and a nice boy sitting like decorations on some black, victorian-themed furniture, smoking something we'll never know like his life depended on it.
It might be true."