oh, so white white night

the most important thing- is feeling, but you are never sure , if you have anything in your heart. Once it seemed to me that the night had become a day, I went to look for the black darkness. but everywhere it was light. in the kitchen, the doll and the ballerina were talking about life. and each of them had something to say to each other. I wandered the streets and looked for the dawn. and I met a ballerina, followed by a musician doll, who said that we had no way out. but I found an old phone automat. you could dial one number for free, only one. if I had known, I would have dialed yours.