You told me that there's nothing to think about. And now I'm sitting here and thinking about what did mean by that.

That's why girlfriends and boyfriends are only as good
As they go, and then come back,
Like the next flood.

The Moon put a poker face,
To look at the Earth
With a steady pace.

The archeology doesn't bother with tattoos. That's why we'll never know, whether dinosaurs had them.

When, being in a hot bath, you see a tiny 42 floating through the steam, don't make any loud noises or splashes. Let it settle down, let it talk.

Sometimes, a good beer is more than a good beer, but even then it's still a good beer.

Naked people are often quite weird, in a odd way.

The outside blossom
And your bossom
Are both awesome.

Coffee makes me human, completing the evolutionary chain,
Let's have fun,
Let's do taxes
With deadlines and deductions,
Without the usual pain.

Most understanding doesn't need any asking, but just a steady looking.
But looking strictly into the eyes achieve nothing.
An unexpected kiss does.

You know, bad things happen.
Just don't be one of them.

I have an aliby. I was in the garden in this moment, so I couldn't have been the killer. What, the victim was in the garden, too? And what aliby does have the victim, now?

If I had time, I wouldn't need much space.

I'm mostly happy. I hope, that's ok.

I can't do it, unless I did it already.

Once again, I couldn't pay my bills. I can only pay attention.

At least, I tried. I just don't remember, what.

Depression and anxiety aren't that much fun anymore, as they used to be.
So I'm just a bit sad, in no particular order.

You have a good day,
But don't make the best of it,
Just have a good day,
That's the best.

You're a very sophisticated person,
You organise your breakfasts to a tiniest detail,
I'm still looking for my coffee in a third cupboard,
We're  clearly meant for each other.

There's nothing from yesterday left,
And today's by no means a theft,
As there's nothing from yesterday left.

Alice, go home,
Rabbits are getting hungry.

I think, that... Well, that's enough.
I think and it's complicated. The short version is "I love you so much", but still, it's complicated.
I'm only afraid, that my mistakes will move mountains away from the sun.
Rain and clouds are liking each other. Get a room and let me think!

The biggest mystery for me is why I'm thinking what I'm thinking and also, what exactly am I thinking.

And so, no surrealism can make up for this vague emptiness of my Sundays.

Well, be yourself, if there is such a thing.

Fate is like a big landscape,
With you somewhere inside,
Lost, but moving.

Don't blame yourself,
Unless you're blaming me,
Then blame yourself,
As I already have what you think that you need,
I don't need it, too.

Call me, if you need my help,
Call me, if you are fine,
Call me,
As I'm reaching the point of no return to my unaccepted apologies.

Mysterious travellers are crossing my mind,
Looking for something of value to find.

I know, when I'm sober and lucid,
That my life isn't about something,
But about not doing anything stupid.

And that the end of the tunnel is waiting for me, as I'm getting on the nerves of the tunnel.

You know, how it is,
When someone walks into your life
On very high heels.

I am not your problem,
You are not my solution,
We are just two question marks to each other.

I'm not against any religion, but how many typos are we quoting centuries or millennia later?
But we believe, in God and nowadays in cuteness.

Been there, missed that.

I am not a dreaming material.

I don't even have a threatening smile at my disposal.

It takes certain courage to be dumb and to know it.

Soon it will too late. It better be a comforting thought.

You'll be fine, just be ready to be fine.

Now is not the right place,
Here is not the right time
For anything to be fine.

I throw my sandbags
Into your ocean,
Unexpectedly, it works.

If you can't explain something,
It better be just beautiful,
And that's it.

Anything under the rain
Is so much better
As the dry version of pain.

Don't take care
Away from me.

I'll be waiting for you,
You'll be waiting for me,
There will be a lot of waiting.

When I think,
My thinking's result
Is invariably "Oh no!"

To be drunk,
To be really drunk,
You have to be inwardly ready.

In the process of living
Lies the beginning,
But to what end?

No one is empty or broken inside,
The fate isn't taking somebody's side,
The fate is judging, but mostly waiting.

Strange hours
Full of weird minutes,
As the day is going somewhere.

Chickens are running,
Pigs are flying,
Skies are looking and laughing.

It's nothing,
But it's always there,
So it's everything.

Despite all this pain
I managed
To have a funny and decent breakfast.

It pleases me
To understand,
What's wrong with me.

I have my fun,
So keep yours
At yours.

The ray of hope
Is piercing
Through my world.

A new blossom
Of an old soul
Is evergreen.

There's always a price to pay,
To freely go or to freely stay,
To be as it should or to be as it may.

Imagine a country, where the question "Why not?" is a serious criminal offence. All the geniuses and idiots would be in prison, I guess.
And I wonder, what would happen then.

The sky is looking at us from a safe distance.

"Sorry, you have to face it", I'm telling to my mirror every morning.

If you think that you love me, I love your way of thinking.

Everything is strange, nothing is unusual.

A gentleman went to his club,
Had a coffee, read a newspaper, asked for a cigar,
Thinking about this world, that is so tough.

You know, any know-how
Must not be later, must be now,
Anyhow.

I'm not trying to understand,
I'm trying to forget my previous understanding.

My house of cards, built on the sand,
Is floating away, looking very stable,
As I hit a very good hand.

Where are you in this life?
You are invariably in this room, on this street, in this place.
Well, sometimes it's not really you and at other times new crowds are bringing a temporary room-sharing in.