I think about you all the time and all over the space,
Like the entropy, you are everywhere.

August is a nostalgic month,
Like a little brother,
He's wearing old clothes of the bigger kids,
Our summer hopes and dreams.

A rainy Christmas
Came and gone,
The year's moan.

a door banged,
the cat is looking lost,
he played enough,
he doesn't like the frost.

This degree of fogginess
Isn't acceptable in a decent conversation,
Clearly.

I have a clear view of my mess.
Wow, what a mess!
Things are linked, unless they are broken or in my head.
The half of this world is normal and well organised.
I live in the middle of the other half.

It's not cheap,
It's priceless,
It's where an eternity and a zero are merging together.

I'm never ready, I'm never alone, I'm never doing quite what I want. Does this condition have a name?

Take a breath,
Take a bath,
Give me space.

Weirdness is a religion that's already conquered the Earth and left everywhere a strange feeling.

Golden gates in the smog,
That you see only when
You close your eyes.

Let's go
Through all the motions
Of our stupid emotions.

Just start walking,
And then keep going,
The rest will come along,
You even don't have to be strong.

Once in a blue while,
Under a green sky,
Yellow birds will fly.

At midnight,
Memberships expire
And in the following morning we don't belong anymore anywhere.

I think, the answer is "maybe",
But I'm not sure,
I'd rather not rush.

dark waters
are slightly lightening,
the submarine has had enough.

I met my match,
It was ok to touch,
It was excitedly not boring.

A sense of personal insufficiency is something that can grow an fill you completely.

How should I rephrase "I love you" for you?
Is there are still some moot points?
Is this too brutal for you?

There is no sense in being like the others.
The others are already there, you see

Every man is an island,
Every woman is also an island,
The whole world is like a map of Indonesia.

A mysterious lady in the black dress
Is smiling from a huge painting,
Longing for her lovely small world.

I told you so,
But you wouldn't listen,
You never do.

Karma is a *****,
But not your *****.

This winter is waiting till winter comes,
Which creates a certain paradox,
Keeping the weather warm.

A lot of things are sudden.
Actually, all of them.

a fleeting moment,
then a fleeing moment,
then it's gone.

All the girls are in bed,
Don't you wander like this outside,
There is only one night
To be happy and properly fed.

A good poetry is scary,
After reading it,
You will have to live in the world
With higher standards.

Words, once said, stay,
Thoughts stay too,
Only people go.

Simple things like a beautiful weather and nothing being wrong are quite enough for any eternity worth caring about.

Stars are like people, who,
In addition to all the other problems,
Also have the Eternity to deal with.

Winter came,
It's cold now,
Let's wait.

To have a strange feeling
About a weird situation
Is normal.

It is nice, it is so nice,
To be happy, yes, to be happy,
Nothing else is comparably nice.

I had a moment for myself to walk through October,
To stay later in bed,
To be properly clothed and decently fed,
To be happy and sober.

As friends go,
Some never come back.

There had been too much pleasure,
Too many excitements,
With only emptiness afterwards.

Don't walk away,
Don't run away,
Just stay,
With me forever stay.

I was making sense,
It was terrible.

The street is falling on me,
I am going up the sky,
I am free, I am finally free,
Oh my.

There was a light,
There came a sound,
It was very deep
And so profound.

In our relationship,
My entropy is bigger than yours.

It was an early morning. A fitful rain was slightly going up...
- Wait, wait! A rain can't go up, it can only be falling down!
- ... Ok, you stickler. It was an early morning. A fitful rain of rather traditional orientation was also there.

I am not big with words,
But I love you big time,
Ok?

from the sky
are falling cats and dogs,
in some kind of dance,
on terrorised frogs.

I've always loved you,
I love you,
I will never stop to love you,
Can I go now back to Netflix?

I might be some illegal immigrant
From Slovenia,
For all I know.

Rivers, oceans, tsunami
Of a strong black coffee,
Burn my world,
Flood my world,
Stay in it.