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

Everything is perfect, unless
You are thinking too much,
Think less.

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

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

I was in a prison, and they smuggled a nice book to me,
So I read it with a huge liberating feeling,
But as I lived in a totalitarian state,
Where nothing is left to the fate,
My sentence was immediately doubled,
For my daring attempt to escape.

The silence between us
Is getting between us.

I miss you so much,
I really miss talking to you
About me.

Getting used to everything
You might see one day in your mirror
Beats any other life philosophy.

I would like,
But I don't.
I don't like.

Second thoughts,
First doubts,
No ideas.

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.

After I've seen a cupboard
To float through my room in broad daylight,
I will never have the old set of emotions.

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

This unique moment,
When you decide to not make anything
Of the day.

Are you sure you woke up this morning?
Wasn't it someone else?
Was it really today?

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

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

Do you see what I mean?
- No, I can only hear it.

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

I am not doing something stupid.
I've done it already.

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

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

Let me alone,
But not alone alone.
You know how I mean.

After the Big Bang
There was a Big Pizza,
Probably with pepperoni,
Maybe without cheese,
Because the Universe isn't sticky.

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

Weird repetitions is what's keeping me curious and alive,
I'm telling you,
There is something else behind all this smoke-screen.

Fearless and brainless,
Ee are running under the sun,
Hoping that the sun will never come down.

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

A bit of this,
A bit of that,
A bit of karma,
And so we met.

A cat has nine lives,
But only one curiosity.

I'm thinking about tomorrow
In a way that, I hope,
Tomorrow isn't thinking about me.

It's terrible,
And I can do nothing.

"Story of my life", any volume, any page.

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

Let's be honest,
But not with each other,
Let's not exaggerate.

We came from the heavens,
Because the gravity's got messed up
And the winter is coming.

Am I a good person
Or a real one,
Breathing happiness and weirdness?

You never wanted to finish it,
And today you finally  understood
That you never started anything.

A boy and a girl went out together,
By a good weather and by a bad weather,
Because they both wanted to be meteorologists.

The day is gone and all is set
For a sunset.

lines
are lining up,
to be joted down.

Most people are good in heart and honest in their intentions.
Unfortunately, only the Almighty and con artists know that.

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

It takes a village to raise a kid,
It takes a country to raise an idiot.

The autumn rains are queuing to the poets,
To be described, and nostalgically loved.

Take me to whatever is good for you,
I'll survive anything that is good for you.

The ray of hope
Is piercing
Through my world.

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

A cup of tee,
A book with nice ideas,
The happiness to bring myself to tears.

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

Once upon a time,
People were logical.