one more day

she flang on her jacket and went in the streets.it was autumn outside.some people were gathering in troleybus stations.those stations werent her target.in case she had a target at all.meter after meter asphalt was disappearing under her feet.coloured leaves and mud in frozen grass.

she wanted rain.so that wind would throw cold raindrops in her face and mix them with hot tears on her cheaks.and maybe to wash away her sadness,which were spitefully hiding inside the heart.thoughts were roamed there, where this world was not impertinent anymore.memories were mincing her soul and in the same time they were the only things,that was holding her in this side of life-death line.

nippy wind was rushing past her and her fingers were turning icier and icier.once shiny eyes were already fishy and empty.

it began to run. heavy, slothful rain.