It was a period of time,
Or rather a period of me,
It was something, that first ended,
And then began,
And timidly asked for the directions.

I'm missing my old nostalgia -
It was much better than the current one,
And no joy could ever make this even.

Yesterday is gone,
There is no tomorrow,
But today is all over the place.

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

See? There is a black crow
Who stuck in this nice rainbow.

Two birds once flew to the South,
They came back, founded a family,
Became proud Northerners.

My bed performance is overrated -
I don't sleep that long.

I am not drinking with you,
I am not talking to you,
I am not looking at you,
I love you.

This is not the reality
I was dreaming about,
It's not mine
And it is too loud.

Everything will be alright and we will have a nice cake,
This is my news, and this news is not fake.

Terrible,
Horrible,
Mine.

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

You are always fit
To do your little bit,
Just do it.

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

A desert is just a waiting room,
An ocean is a bank, open for new deposits,
A sky is a lazy supervisor of deserts and oceans.

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

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

In real life, the opposite of "to be" isn't just "not to be".
It doesn't really help, but it's worth mentioning.

Go home,
Watch some movie.
You are strong,
You can do that.

I'll do whatever you want,
As long as you don't really want it.

The sun is shining, smiling, collecting likes,
Putting everyone in favourites,
Truly a biggest influencer this morning.

I was lost in translation,
Then coincidentally found
In some obscure tibetan dialect.

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

The rain is not my strong point,
I go all sentimental, I look out of windows,
My face is coming back,
My face is coming back.

If the mirrors could speak,
They would go to shrinks,
They would throw themselves on couches,
And they would talk, they would talk, they would talk...

I'm longing for countryside,
In my dreams,
Which is strange.
As I was born in the countryside,
Where I still live,
I should be longing for something else,
But I'm not.

All garden statues are broken,
And on winter verandas
Are sitting last sommer guests,
Slowly drinking ice tea.

It might seem difficult,
But it's impossible.

A ****** motivation might be suspicious,
But at least it is reliable.

I'm a lot of things,
Wait, I have a list.

What do we have today
To sigh about together?

Crowds are coming,
To get your attention and to get away with it.

- So, now you think. How does it feel?
- I don't know, ask someone from Canada!
- Why from Canada?
- To change the topic.

The problems, you know,
Come and go,
Well, some of them stay,
In which case, you should go,
If you may.

Sometimes, I think.
But it's never my decision.

the autumn and the morning
is the perfect combination
to think about summer nights.

A human being is an animal,
Who can thank an another human being
For being.

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

It's so tempting to be disgusted,
To moan,
To criticise every man and his home.

The bliss of alcoholic haze
Is making easy life to face,
At least the life of alcoholic.

You are looking amazing,
I'm telling you,
You are looking amazing,
And I'm maybe too lazy
To have other words than "amazing",
But you are looking amazing,
And I love you.

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

Let us see,
Let us dream,
Let us do other stuff.
That's enough.

Two magical solutions to everything are "keep trying" and "just wait",
One of them does magic, the other wrecks everything and is a bad fate,
And you never know, which one is which, for any man,
Luckily for us, about this we usually don't give a ****.

The modern God isn't *** or food,
The modern God is current mood.

There's no time,
There's just this place,
There's only me,
For all this to face.

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.

There will be a day,
And before, there will be a night,
As it should,
As it might.

if a king says no to you,
you are already one of the few
on speaking terms with a king.

Millions of thoughts
And thousands of words
For one love.

The only good kind of coffee
Is a coffee right now.

A book was written and rewritten,
Then maybe lost or maybe hidden,
Then reappeared once again,
Was read with joy and soothed pain,
The book about life and death,
The book about all this mess.

Nothing is fair,
Nothing is fair,
But I'm your best nightmare.

Sometimes,
I'm dangerously close to a danger.

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