Going east,
You'll find some deep oceans,
Or maybe some strange people,
Which is the same.

A knight in shining armour
Worked as a desert mirage,
But quit for a night job.

To avoid disappointments,
Avoid people.
To enjoy your life,
Meet with people.

The night had spoken,
The day has shouted,
And I crave some silence.

I can't take anymore,
I don't want to give,
I'm a close universe.

In this life, it's important to understand, that no orange would peel itself.
But you also should never forget, that normally no orange has any desire to be peeled.

Your dark desires
Are the light of my days.

The warmth of earth,
The cold of sky,
And me, in between,
Aiming for a room temperature.

I wish I could
To have a mood,
And that the mood
Be good.

In duty-free shops of the airport of Reykjavik,
A deep-frozen fish is looking at me from the stalls,
With the Scandinavian nonchalance.

Well, I thought for a bit.
It was quite hurting.

I met this girl with beautiful eyes, which were constantly looking somewhere behind me. Probably she was imagining herself a better me, a me of tomorrow. So, I decided to stay overnight in this town, just in case.

A curious comet approached the Earth,
And hesitated, back and forth,
Before becoming a shooting star,
From afar.

I will always love you,
I will always love you,
And after telling you this million times,
I will always love you.

I am terribly nervous.
Are you terribly nervous?
Please, be terribly nervous with me.

Night is a weird time
Between crazy evenings
And strange mornings.

The decisions have been duly made,
All arrangements, too, have been met,
Everyone has been properly fed,
Don't you worry, just go to bed.

I will go, yes, I will go,
I'll be slow, yes, I'll be slow,
I will think, yes, I will think.

it's too dark to be cozy
and not enough to be scary.

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

If there were prizes
For not winning any prizes,
I would have all of them.

Dreaming about castles and dragons
Is an adorable occupation
For princesses and civil servants.

You are wrong about you,
I am wrong about me,
Let's have ***.

I am afraid
That my thoughts
Would fall into a wrong mouth.

Who invented the words?
Who linked them together?
Why nobody was stopped right away?

The harshest reality
I have to face
Is in my mirror.

You might be a pig,
But if you're a flying pig,
The sky's your limit.

It's not normal,
It's not normal at all,
It's beautiful.

A ghost came once to visit me,
I offered him a drink,
Proposed him a toast
To health of all the ghosts.
He drunk with me,
Was pleased with the toast,
And floated away,
I suddenly felt lost.

A black crow
Flew in a nice rainbow,
I'd never seen before
A black rainbow.

an awkward question,
an honest answer,
an offended silence.

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?

The morning silence in a slight hope and a diffuse fear, that the last year,
Has no days left to be further leaking,
As it has now the honourable title of 'statistically speaking'.

You'll probably go or maybe you'll stay,
But nothing is linked and nothing is joint,
The only minimalistic point
Being in a Galaxy far, far away.

A good music
And a very good coffee  
Is the best philosophy.

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.

Blue butterflies,
Grey butterflies,
Black butterflies,
Everything flies
In the whirlwind of skies
And a whiteness of snow.

A bar of chocolate
Was left on the table
In a hot sunny day,
And melted away.
His previous owner,
A nice little girl,
Has learned her lesson
In a hard and a molten way.

It was too soon,
And then it was too late,
I wonder, why this **** is called fate.

We are looking at our screens,
Being in the same room,
Thinking about beautiful eyes of each other.

A black strong tee
Is the best,
But for a black and equally strong coffee.

This magical moment,
When you are so happy about a new number,
Even if you're not an accountant (Happy New Year, by the way).

I am on edge,
On your beautiful edge,
Now, let's have it,
Let's hedge.

This white handkerchief
Of a new snow,
Has fallen to stay,
But will probably go.

One day,
I will hate myself,
And I will write my first novel.

Dark rooms offer a lot of the hiding place,
And monsters to face,
In the darkness of rooms.

There's nothing to worry about,
So you're saying, and repeating it loud,
Until I'm freaking out.

I love you.
- Me too, I think that I'm ok.
So you can stay.

Strange rooms,
Weird people,
Normal office hours.

I close my eyes and I'm so happy with you,
I open my eyes and wish that you existed,
And so I'm blinking all the day.