fall fallen clouds

my life is some kind of waiting.
mix of screams, frightening, absolutely foolishness and, of course, desire of smoking... -
this thing i wrote several years ago at one of my cold springs.
story without ending.
that time i couldn't even thought, what exactly does it means.
four letters. i need only four letters.
i'm waiting all the time just for four fucking letters.
and it doesn't matter, how long would you try to guess, which.
my secret is too silly. but it is really huge and warm.