There are not too many minutes in every hour,
And some minutes could be full of solitude, therefore.

I am not thinking clearly.
- Clearly.
- Yes, that's what I am saying.

To smile or not to smile,
That's a bitter choice.

I love you,
I am sure now,
I asked around.

In our foreplay,
Which is currently just a wordplay,
The punctuation can be ignored.

The strangeness of this look
Is worrying me,
Because I am looking into a mirror.

I went out of my way
To find my way,
And it's not just a wordplay,
Even though it also is.

Bursting into tears
Is a favourite nightmare
Of pancakes.

For each timid day
There is only one foxy night,
With a fleeting hope for eternal love.

I wouldn't like to escape myself. Where would I go then to hide from me? I could be everywhere.

I can't be,
But I am,
It is crazy.

Go into the magic forest,
Find there my magical castle,
And please do some washing, cleaning and cooking,
Before I'm back.

Don't be proud,
Don't be too proud
To have benefit
Of the doubt.

I told you, 'never!',
But you told me, that I should never say this,
Ever.

So, now you think. How does it feel?

It still seems difficult and it still is impossible.

There's no soft option of trying hard.

There's too much of reality. Here, take mine.

Stars are beautiful, people are... well, people are there, too.

Certain things and even words exist only to drive me crazy.

This sacred power to get out of bed in the morning... If only I had it.

Sometimes I dream that I can sleep.

To live happily and forever is somehow tempting.

I woke up, opened my eyes and did a factchecking. The only thing after this was to close my eyes and to go back to sleep.

Indoors,
Outdoors,
Indoors,
Outdoors.
The doors are quite dizzy.

Every morning
A wave of hope
Has a coffee taste.

I like to wake up
With a start,
Being happy.

It's hard only at the beginning,
After this, it's nearly impossible,
But it's not the beginning anymore.

At some point of time
You'll be mine.

I don't know, which crow
Is the blackest,
I don't know, what snow
Is the whitest,
Maybe I'm just not seeing clearly.

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.

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

You made a drawing for me,
This drawing is all in my head,
Please make some another drawing.

The winds have changed directions,
But I wasn't sailing,
I was asleep.

Last year,
Last time,
Last meeting you,
I'll be fine.

Second thoughts,
First doubts,
No ideas.

we short-lived eternal love,
from below
and from above.

I'm not good with people and other stuff.

I stood up and went home,
Only there was no home,
So I didn't really go home,
But still, I stood up.

There were people around and there was a lot of laughing. That's all I remember, and it stuck with me for years thereafter. It helps me now, though, somehow.

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

In my life, from the right to the left,
There is nothing right
And there is nothing left.

I'm coming home and asking my clock,
How was its day.
For some reason, it's driving the clock mad.

Too many books,
Too many faces,
The strangest looks
And sudden mazes.

A lot of me
Is nonessential,
The rest is precious and existential.

I cannot have feelings
That I don't have,
I don't love you.

there is a lot of broken hearts,
lying around.
what a mess.

I've got a nice collection of knives in my back,
Sometimes they are moving
And joyfully hurting.

This is a day,
And, as a day,
It is today.

How to think back,
How to think back to the beginning,
Erasing all the thoughts along the way?

I'll reveal to you my true weirdness,
And you'll be smitten, and I'll be happy,
In a normal way.

It's simple,
Things are just too difficult to be easy.

I took a book,
And I was taken by the book
I took.

A galaxy is only huge,
If you can't live without it,
Otherwise, it's just a tiny speck,
Because you don't love it.

You know,
You have to be,
In order to be or to have.

Once upon a time,
People were logical.

You don't have to be odd,
To get even.

Some thoughts are good as doorstops,
As the person in question is out of motion,
Staying around and possibly blocking a door.

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