i had made my way to the tall, annoying, and loud doors that only brought comfort to you as you stood in the freezing cold and opened them only to feel the warm push of air against your face.
i went for a walk, the cold air punching me in the face, and the cracking sounds of the leaves below me, their autumn colors were warm, but i always was in wonder as to why the leaves of fall warm colored when it's simply not warm outside?
i miss hungary.
i'm alone now.
i was back then.
my life lacks beauty.