Hello,Metthew.

" MUSE" this is my paradise. Reflection his,I see in each drop,of the rain and light

I do not be afraid for itself.I do not be afraid nothing. I know,sometime there is world,in which stars and summer. Well that I not know,what you indeed. I,reading your voice,I think about sky. I see these stars. I them believe and love. I know,past is to burn.

Evening looked at me,broadly open eyes. Black coat,brightly - scarlet scarf. So much of the snow at December - as never earlier. No need disturb. I have imagine - fall to the ground downwards with of bridge. Hear by me - a paramedics. I have solved - remain alive. For this there thousand of reasons.

On cheeck - treacherous trace of tear, Tears this is weakness one can theis forgive itself. White,clean, light snow falls to the ground. Lights of the shop windows are reflected in eyes. This world - in past,new univerce comes from our dreams.

I close its soul on lock.I look at of people. Nothing no need. I so has tired. Today in the night there is onli I.

"MUSE" this is my paradise. In reflections his,I see each my day.

ROOIBOS.