what makes me calm Books make me calm. The row of letters, composing into words, sentence, a plot. I immerse in a lot of charachters, what makes my tears dry at my cheeks- slowly, like a puddle heating from the Sun. A coffee makes me calm. I focus on the smell. I put my mouth against the warm mug, that I hold hard with my both hands and tilt. Warm, unsweetened beverage flows down on my tongue, eventually to my throat. I feel this pleasant taste, that reminds me home. A blanket keeps me calm. The warmth, that it gives and its softness are soothing. I feel so safe under it, like under an armour. Like nothing bad could happen more. Into its are seeping lost tears, that are chilling my cheeks stubbornly. Autumn is depressive. You have to sleep autumn through. Autumn let for a moment of weakness. Autumn is an excuse. Autumn is beautiful. And I think it's becoming my favourite season of all.