She was standing invisible
By the noisy stage
Fleeing from the blinding light
From poisoning people
Suddenly her song has played
She danced and danced and danced
Climbed the night up
Slid the notes down
Each curve formed into a masterpiece
Each beat brought her up and up and up
Each tune leaded her to the farthest zenith
And suddenly
Her song finished...

Thick and sweet
Stream
Memories wash me
And take me away
In the sea of infinities
They release me
And I'm the half alive star
And float and float and float I do
Like a wandered bird in a hurricane
Some of the memories give me shoes of lead
And some hand me helium balloons
And every second water goes underneath my feathers
It's coldness tears apart my existence like thousands of blades
Maybe for one time
For one time I should open my hands
And like a piece of wood
Still
Float and with the infinite measurements
Get away from humanity beach

#beautiful_scar

I'm the wounded swallow
With a needle in my arm and multiple doses of thoughts
I'm god of the world
That doesn't belong to me
Drowned in my bath
My own ocean
As deep as thoughts
As sweet as dreams
As dark as past
I still have that artist fingers
Which leaks the truth
The sharp knives that tears apart
I have demons behind my eyes
A stone in my chest
An aimed heart in my head, which I call brain
My candle still burns
By a different flame

she used to smoke imaginary cigarettes
in an imaginary cafe
his imaginary arms
she was folding in imaginary
and feel really