Thoughts are moving like a hurricane approaching the land
The full moon on the blue sky calls me to wish me away
The shallow of the sea invites me on a pleasant trip
The calling of the wind moves me in my dreams
But my hands
But my legs
But my heart
Doesn't want
My hands are tied with the heaviest chain, made in instance from the strongest fire
My legs are standing paralyzed, not even slightly moving from the point
And my heart... My heart?
I .... think I don't have a heart anymore.

"Wonderful as you are,
Your branches are blooming,
glowing with fresh flowers,
growing with fresh leaves.

Enormous as you are,
Standing still and strong.
Observing whole world.
Knowing whole history,
Preparing for future.

While you are collecting the wisdom, please Tree, tell us your ancient story" - with beggars voice, the birds said.

In this morning, YOU could only hear the melodic song of the birds and don't understand anything.

Cold morning,
She curled up like fetus,
Like a newborn soul without
any single thought.
She couldn't move, nor speak
only show signs of life.
Through breathing she wanted
to explain her world.
So familiar,
in the same time unknown.

"Could it be different?" - she thought to herself.
As the time passed, signs of life were weaker.
And, in fact, it was different.

Here I am.
Living inside you.
Hearing every thought
and turning it into decaying garbage.

I already have a nest here,
My own sweet family
spread on every cell.

Does it sound scary?
A little bit dark?

Well, I am merely a product of you.
Everything that contains inside you, that am I.

Consequently, you've got no one to blame for.
Does it sound scary?
Well, DEAL WITH IT!

It starts from the sharp part,
then it slowly moves to your skin,
it breaks the first wall
and then the red alarm appears.

As the chaos starts to grow,
it goes even deeper,
it crashes your muscles into small little parts
and then it makes circles around
just for the sake of the fun.

It never really wants to go out,
because that means
the party's over.

Memories go
Memories come back to me
I say: "Hello memories!"
"Don't you have some other things to do?"
And they reply to me:
"No, Tina, we are really bored and all we want
to do is to disturb you."

One of those nights,
your breath goes away,
your thoughts lost in the breath,
only the past is waving you
with a warm wind
only you can feel it,
only you can let that wind pass through you.

and once again, you see the bright
yellow moon hanging
on the tenderness of the blue sky.
It's a vicious circle of life,
Will you endure it?