October is getting covered by the mist, but the low light won't stop filter through. Something immense and full keeps me alive; it keeps my pace fast and feeds my self-contained, lasting love without any particular addressee. I do everything I can to remain calm. Light grey landscapes of Warsaw, the wind blows, women are taking their gloves out of their wardrobes. Warm colors are moving lower and lower, from up on the trees to right under our feet, because this city has seen so many kings and queens, and each of them thought their skyscraper was the highest.
Hold on, hold on and don't forget that most of the things that make that fuss aren't really important. Find the core and calm it. Don't let yourself be misled. Don't hurt. Yourself.
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