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I should be working but I have no will. It's raining outside and all is grey and all is full of wind. Just want to sit here and listen to doom. I should be working. I have things to do. But I just want to lay down on the floor and look out the window. The branches slowly dancing in wind. Like lovers, filled with melancholy. I feel a bit.. out of time and space. I don't know where I am now. It's all grey in here. The ground, the sky. But the sky is slowly moving and I can feel that there's something bright behind it's greyness. Am I sad? No. I think not. Just melancholic.