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.

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

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

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

Bursting into tears
Is a favourite nightmare
Of pancakes.

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

I have an aliby. I was in the garden in this moment, so I couldn't have been the killer. What, the victim was in the garden, too? And what aliby does have the victim, now?

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

What happened on the island,
Will stay on the island,
Until it's water under the bridge.

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

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

You can go away,
I will stay
And watch you go away.

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

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

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

What a strain,
To think
And to think again.

The blue sky
Is always high,
Ready to share
Drugs and despair.

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

The Venus flytrap
Is sleepily green,
A spot on the map.

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

No man is an island,
Not even a continent,
So the geography isn't human,
And we're lost in search of definitions,
But maybe we are coastlines,
Every one running in circles,
Never meeting an another soul.

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

The sky is full of clouds,
And all my doubts
Are going up to the clouds
And are looking down at me,
Inquiringly.

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

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

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

Apparently, you can't walk away from yourself,
But you can come back to you,
Shouldn't this be a comforting thought?

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

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

There's only one bitter truth and a whole bunch of sweet lies.
And all you've got is an empty stomach.

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

We could all die,
We could all live,
We could all go crazy,
We could all become happy,
But we couldn't know any of this.

I've seen times,
I've met eternities,
I know my space.

Face it,
And kiss it.

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

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.

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

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

I will never forget you,
I will never forget you,
And then I will met you, for the first time,
And only then I'll forget you.

Something new is something old with a time stamp on it.
Sometimes this stamp is covered with a dust of millennia or even some ancient galaxies, but it's always there to be found.
There is nothing new, but us.

Once in a while, you forget that they have your file,
Once in a while, you remember how to smile,
Once in a while, all the world has your style.

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

Here nearly everyone is broken inside,
Luckily,
The friendly shining sun doesn't know it.

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.

Earth is covered in white rabbits,
running in all directions,
impossible to follow.

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

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

Don't laugh,
Unless it's something nice,
But when it is,
Laugh even twice.

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

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.