I'm thinking,
I have doubts about my thinking,
I'm thinking about my doubts.
Exhausted, I fall asleep.

I'm trying to understand it,
Then I'm trying to forget what I understood,
Awter which I'm trying to understand why I wanted to understand it in the first place.
I'm drinking alcohol.

It will be too early,
And than too late,
It's how it happens,
It's probably fate.

"To be or not to be?" is never a relevant question.
"What's going on and why I'm here?" is a better one.
There aren't any answers to both of them, of course.

Waking up,
Getting up,
Falling down, and down, and down.

I don't think I still think,
I don't know what I know,
I'm not sure if I'm ever sure.
Other then that, I'm just fine.

Let us see,
Let us dream,
Let us do other stuff.
That's enough.

I forgave and forgot.
Only I'm not feeling any better.
And the problem is,
I also forgot who I forgave,
and for what.
I've got a very fragile multilayer personality that nobody can understand.
It's ******* sad.

I'm looking for an island with a nice house, calm lights and some occasionally laughing people not far away. Nothing fancy, really.

I'm never ready, I'm never alone, I'm never doing quite what I want. Does this condition have a name?

What is the purpose of your hallucinations?
- I'm not sure, I just have them.
- Are you reporting them to the appropriate authorities?
- ... I think, I'm hallucinating right now.
- You have to report it. And don't change the topic.

The most beautiful and the most terrifying things are impossible to describe with words. At the same time, these are favourite themes of our literature.

I've got a blend of emotions in my chest, mixed with a blend of thoughts in my head. In short, don't expect me to make any sense.

Weirdness is a religion that's already conquered the Earth and left everywhere a strange feeling.

Two magical solutions to everything are "keep trying" and "just wait". One of them does the magic, the other wrecks everything. You just never know, which ones, every time.

I'm very special to me. Sometimes I want to disappear and be very strong in my own, very hidden corner.

I caught myself thinking,
And it was too much,
I really overdid it now.

I'm missing my old nostalgia -
It was much better than the current one,
And no joy could ever make this even.

Nothing is fair,
Nothing is fair,
But I'm your best nightmare.

There's a big, black crow
Who's looking at me
And clearly thinks:
"I. Don't. Know".

All the girls are in bed,
Don't you wander like this outside,
There is only one night
To be happy and properly fed.

The sound of waves and gulls
Is romantic,
But finally dull.

I will get drunk,
I have this purpose  -
An evolutionary thing.

Can you, please,
Be just once,
And only with me?

No doubts are on my mind,
No clouds are in my soul,
I'm whole.

I'm trying to smile.
You know, casually.
Only a genius can do it.
Or somebody slightly drunk, or anybody who doesn't really care.

Nobody really knows, what they want.
Ask anybody loudly (a bit aggressively, if you must):
- What do you want?!
There will be an awkward moment of hesitation and then a tentative questioning back:
- You mean, right now?

I'm ok,
I'm ok,
Just get through the day,
Just get through the day.

It's easy to miss you,
It's difficult to please you,
It's impossible not to tease you.

Only a human could spend time and energy trying not to think.
Think about it.

My setup is upset,
I'm mad, I'm sad,
In my head's tête-à-tête
Let me be, let me, let...

There's no sunshine involved
In this part of the country,
Right in the middle of autumn,
For the problems to be finally  solved.

Nothing is black or bleak,
There is no freak,
But you might be in need of some coffee.

Is it a "yes"?
- No, it's a "maybe".
- "Maybe" like a "yes"?
- No.
- Oh.
- Yes.
- "Yes" like a "yes"?
- Maybe.
  (go to the beginning).

There are times when you can do nothing and that's exactly the only right thing to do. You recognise those times immediately, after they've gone.

Tomorrow will be, and very soon,
Tomorrow will be, on Earth an Moon,
Tomorrow will be, for you and me,
Tomorrow will be, tomorrow will be.

I like words,
Words are nice,
But there is a price,
For too many words.

Let others be,
Let others have,
And be yourself,
And have yourself.

I have feelings, yes, I have feelings,
For the endings and for the beginnings,
But not really for the rest.

Sometimes, even an ocean might shrink for you,
But then you'll have a tsunami.

Breath in, breath out,
Try not to breath -
Nothing should go amiss.

Sometimes it's not enough,
But suddenly it's tough,
And all the edges are exceptionally rough.

Look on the bright side,
Even if it's a midnight,
Nothing is left to fight,
Sleep tight.

Nothing is overrated,
Nothing is exaggerated,
There was no fun.
But it's done.

And after all
We will succeed
And be rewarded
With a sleep.

I understand that leaves will fall,
And nothing will be there for a moment,
Or so I'm told.

I'm not a messiah
To absolve any sin,
I have no desire
To want anything.

Nothing is happening twice
And some things will never happen,
But you wouldn't know it.

I was alone, you were alone, and only some bone
Of the previous civilisation was laying around.

Drips after drops,
There are no flops,
The rain is always succeeding.