No, seriously, tell me, come on,
What are we supposed to do
After being born?

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March is a month of waiting
For something after March.

Calm down, sit down,
But don't be down,
And the things will look up.

I will never be whole again.
But,
Can I have some pieces back, please?

I am thinking about you,
And that October is still available
To have you both.

I want to be with you,
Being me,
And you being happy.

On this world,
There was only one possible picture
For each wall.

You never know what's the best:
To go east? To go west?
To feel the pains of love in chest?
To be prepared for the pest?

Night and day,
You both stay away
From my dusks and dawns.

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

What is fiction?
Fiction is love.

It's funny to discover sometimes, that I still have feelings - different ones, by that. I mean, not reactions, but feelings. They are not from here, not from this level of reality, where myself isn't quite at home. Thus I am pulled towards their point of origin, probably my soul.

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

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.

The sky is blue or dark,
The fish is shark or probably not shark,
But you still have to leave your mark.

You know, right,
That in order to go up,
You have first
To calm down?

It would be good,
It would be very good
To have both love and food.

It looks,
Like we are on the same page
Of two different books.

I can stay,
I surely can stay,
Night for night,
Day after day.

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

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

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

It's difficult to be back,
If you never have been away.
So, just stay.

I'm sad,
You are sad,
We are sad,
The rhyme is "sad",
Too.

There are too many midnights
Until the next morning.

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

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

You are a fool,
Your glass is never full,
Your box of problems never empty.

Yellow sun, blue sky,
Yellow sand, blue ocean,
Yellow-blue storm of emotions.

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

melancholy
is the world's biggest power,
being itself powerless.

It's going nowhere,
But then again,
It's going nowhere
Very slowly.

Too many words,
Too many meanings,
Too many feelings,
Not enough of thoughts.

Face it,
And kiss it.

Don't make simple things complicated. They will do it by themselves.

The strangest things can happen,
And then unhappen,
On Earth and even in Heaven,
In Christmas time.

Don't let angels get too human. That would make them happy and then it would **** them.

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

Nothing is overrated,
Nothing is underrated,
Nothing is even properly rated.

I will love you untill I'll forget,
How to love you more,
But it won't happen.

A new blossom
Of an old soul
Is evergreen.

I have a deep understanding of my shallowness,
I have an inarticulated desire to express myself.

Your hand in mine,
Like a small curiosity
That keeps me alive,
That makes me happy.

I tried my best,
It wasn't enough,
I failed test,
My life is tough.

There are times, there are stupid times,
There are times, with places and faces,
With these terribly rapid paces,
There are here, our times.

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

What a strain,
To think
And to think again.

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

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.