I love you.
- I love you too.
- Let's go somewhere else.
- Why?
- Because here it can't get any better.

The fatigue is best measured in things that you don’t notice.

I remember people from my past.
But the past itself is eluding me.

Minimalism of movements, gestures, expectations,
The happiness is being assured,
But the hands tremble.

I'm not fat,
I just think too much,
And there are tasty things,
That help to think.

some people are not like the others,
but I will never understand,
who exactly are the others.

Sun is going up,
shadows are spreading over,
wind blows them gently.

When we are are forgetting
To look at the sky,
The sky is getting desperate,
And begins to cry,
And so it rains.

See? I am completely happy -
Breathing in, breathing out,
Waiting for the sleeping pills to kick in.

That's the opposite of what I'm thinking,
That's the opposite of what I'm feeling,
But somehow It's really me.

You are looking at the bottle,
And the bottle is looking at you,
You are clearly thinking the same,
But taking opposite decisions.

This music is going in circles,
Then falling down my head,
And hitting the soul.

What is hell for one person,
Is paradise for one other,
But still, people are getting married.

There is no karma,
There is a lot of waiting
And then a lot of coincidences.

If you are still there, it doesn't mean, that nothing has changed. Actually, it never means that.

out of self-defence,
I'm feeling completely drunk,
to add some colours.

hell are the others?
then to hell with the others,
clouds are waiting.

I just want to talk to you, my dear,
I just want to talk to you,
About taking our Christmas decorations down.

At some point of marvellous time,
We'll be fine, we'll be utterly fine.

That is your way,
And on your way
You stay.

At some point of marvellous time,
We'll be fine, we'll be utterly fine.

It it weren't
For my constant drinking,
I would be now
Completely drunk.

I am very touchy,
So, stay away,
I am not your patchwork,
Don't sew me in your way.

The book "History of New England Witchcraft
And other forms of hacking"
Is an amazing gift
To any friend,
Who is tired of stupid computers.

My karma,
In the shape of a bottle,
Is floating
Towards Niagara Falls.

Only once,
But then once again,
It's a dance
That will end in vain.

Please, give me one no-way-ticket.
- No return?

This year I'll reduce the drinking,
I will be doing sports and thinking,
I will sleep soundly at night,
And everything will be alright.

With a huge satisfaction
And profound relief
I just finished inspection
Of the current location
For my clothes and things.
After the yesterday's night
I slept very tight
And woke up on somebody's couch,
Having a headache... Ouch!

What is fair,
Is only fair:
Let me smile
Through the days,
Let me sleep
Through the nights,
All this new
And wonderful year.

Strangeness is overrated,
Yet nothing is normal
And any boredom is lethal.

The quietness of your emotions
Is chilling me,
In some unknown way.

Sit with me,
Sing with me,
Drink with me,
Sleep with me,
Be with me,
Otherwise, you are free.

I don't remember
Anything
Of me.

One last drink, and then a new bottle,
Please love me back,
I am running out of bottles.

There is only one night
To forget one day,
Ther is only one light
For the darkness to go away,
And there is only one fight
To be able to sleep every night
And enjoy the beginning of day.

I just met you,
But my love to you is eternal,
My patience with you will be without end,
It's just my short memory, that isn't very good.
Sorry, who are you?

I don't think so.
I don't think.
No thinking.
Period.

This is not my darkness,
This is not my light,
Only, in all frankness,
You're my pretty sight.

Sorry, but I have only words
To tell you about my love,
Sorry, but I have only thoughts
For the mentioned above.

If you need me,
Just tell me,
And I'll go to hide me somewhere else.

I'll be fine
With the cheapest wine,
If it's you, who is pouring it,
My dearest.

I'm waking up in my bedroom and there's a strong oceanic wind,  blowing and bringing freshness. What a wonderful dream. But then, the bed is beginning to float and sink in a cold and salty water.

All your thoughts
Are written on your face,
I barely see your eyes
Through this word maze.

You can't just come and sit with me,
I would be sitting with you, too,
And I'm not ready to deal with it.

I am standing here,
Naked and unafraid,
And I love you.

I am not doing something stupid.
I've done it already.

Too many roads are spoiling travellers,
Too many travellers are ruining roads,
You better stay home.

Let's get the elephant
Out of the room,
Before somebody would notice it.

Neanderthals went,
they are smiling and waiting.
it is time, let's go.