My bubble of support is bursting
Into the interstellar void and cold,
With no vaccine, that would need it.

My cat spent a lot of time on the internet,
Looking at cat videos,
And now it's ugly and fat.

My concentration is fading away,
Please, concentration my dear,
Please stay.

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

My dear, you are a deity,
That isn't yet included
In any thesaurus.

My emotions are breaking in little pieces just about everything in this room.

My emotions exploded
And I am flying with them,
Conveniently into the sky.

My English is very good.
I can even explain to japanese tourists, why the central railway station is not really here.

My escape from this horrible nightmare prison was all planned out with vivid details.
But then I woke up, and that kind of ruined everything.

My eyes are so sad,
My laughing is so serious,
Because I love you so much.

"The Chronicles of my Nervousness ",
21st Volume,
Pages from 1 to 10315.

My feelings for you
Can't be forecast,
They can't be transmitted,
They cannot be faxed.

My future might
Be very bright,
As could be yours,
By your choice.

My future is splitting in half,
Every living second,
In two unknown directions.

My guilty pleasures
Are ashamed of me,
But they are looking forward to much more.

My house of cards, built on the sand,
Is floating away, looking very stable,
As I hit a very good hand.

My immortal soul
Is ******* with me,
I wonder why.

My inner child
Is thinking about the inner immigration,
And I have no idea,
Where does it leave me.

My karma,
In the shape of a bottle,
Is floating
Towards Niagara Falls.

My life is a living hell
In a dead paradise,
I'm looking up in falling down.

My life is a textbook,
Full of print errors,
Written in an obscure Chinese dialect.

'My New Year's resolutions are not to lie and never accept any lies...'
(is killed by the fallen sky).

My personal development projects in the coming times
Are along the lines:
"Just get your **** together".

My personal unhappiness
Is very dear to me,
Like a close friend.

My "please" is not enough,
My look into your eyes is not sufficient,
How can I spoil you more?

My rainy thoughts
Are trickling down,
They are tickling me
And making wet my town.

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

My shadow
Is growing fond
Of your silhouette.

My soul
Is in the state of a traumatic wound,
Cut out from the void,
Or something like that.

My soul wants to be in one piece,
In one place,
Feeling happy.

My soul doesn't build any buildings,
No mistery would be hidden in that,
Lonely scaffolds in endless swamps are rather my soul's biddings.

Mysterious travellers are crossing my mind,
Looking for something of value to find.

My stupidity is greeting you,
Broadly smiling.

My thoughts are the reality check,
My feelings are the reality,
Who on Earth am I, then?

My understanding is
That I don't get it.

My understanding is trending,
Everyone suddenly needs
My understanding.

My way is full of marbles,
That I lost at some point.

My way of thinking is beautiful,
My way of feeling is very beautiful,
My morning mirror is not asked about its opinion.

Rough edges,
Mirrors without end
And empty pledges.

My world is broken
In beautiful pieces,
Of which you are the best.

Neanderthals went,
they are smiling and waiting.
it is time, let's go.

Never ask "Are you a happy mirror?",
I did this mistake once,
Now I brush my teeth in front of smartphones.

Never ask yourself, as a rule,
Whether the sky is half-full
Or half-empty.

New friends are like rabbits,
The are difficult to come by
And not to scare them off.

Nice rooms,
With paintings and stuff on the walls,
I am struggling
To have some kind of small talk.

Night and day,
Do what I say,
A little or a lot,
Do as you told.

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

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

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

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.