right where

In any case, for me being published means being in excruciating pain and saying it out loud. Тhat is a form of bravery in my world. It was never about the possible popularity or the attention of my acquaintances, or the questions everyone would start to ask. It was about being able to communicate all the…

In any case

It’s not really about the ground or the neutral state of consciousness of the mob. In any case many people spend most of their lives thinking about nothing in particular and talking about the same. Many people spend most of their lives imitating love and ignoring the same. Trading love for attention or need and…

No one’s ground

No one’s ground, no one’s fault. no one’s decision, no one’s mistake. It’s just the way the world spins and the sun rises. That’s just the way the waves roll and the birds sing. Only if there was someone to hear them, to see them. People occupied, preoccupied, reoccupied, too occupied with the world that…

accidentally chosen

He was like water to me – clear and transparent. I could drink him up in a breath but I didn’t want to. It wasn’t cool. He didn’t deserve to be forgotten so easily afterwards. Nonetheless, it is an interesting world that we are living in – everyone is trying to close their eyes and…

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It’s truly a stasis. Hold big thoughts and spend them on nothing. The doors are closing now, run to the window. I’ll catch you down and sell you for what’s finally `clear`.

Soul Disconnected

That’s not me who you see. That’s where I live. It’s not me who walks on those sidewalks, who goes up and down the stairs. It’s not me who crosses the street. It’s not me who looks at you. It’s what I look through. It’s where I live now. That’s where my eternity is put…

The effeteness

These little black dots just came out of their oblivion. They try to form themselves again on the other side. I like that try, I like that someday in which it all be worthy. But the message will never arrive, the birds dropped it in the ocean of forgetfulness. The idea is gone. But look…

a changing clarity

I am a changing clarity, but I cannot be as pure as sanity. Wave in me, out of the everyday scrutiny. Somewhere where the shores are endless, where actions cannot be helpless. The need, it pours in my veins. It’s ripping me. But I cannot get over your dignity. I’m below the lowest I can…

lust

I deal with words a paradise of lust. Where nothing but trust could redeem you as just. It’s all about words and people. Nothing is simpler or deeper; and I just want that keeper, another mind tricker.  

factual

You are priceless but you’re not faultless. You are the embodiment of the human sin. And your soul twists itself with a grin. Your body is pain covered with skin. It is all so natural, right and factual. But the wind still pushes your head to the sea.  why? what do you think it means…