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I close the eyes in the evening and inside everything shakes and spinning. Nightmares from fatigue and looking for ideas to draw immeasurable

Numbers of the orbit of the clockwise, and outside the window the world and houses lit by yellow radiance of the lanterns.

Here in this closed circle of random weekdays, and somewhere for thousands of kilometers of the sea and mountains,

But much further than that. Appreciate your messages and keep them at the heart, shouting everyone: "My! I will not give!".

Going to bed at 17 o'clock and until midnight, then slide in the photo.

Write verse under a mug with cooled coffee, shut down in a book and under the blanket,

And outside the window is a blizzard under the lanterns and somewhere on a single train station in the silence of sleeping trains there are mysterious people

And in the morning cool, under the smell of paint in the entrance, the first on the day of the cigarette so passionately smoking closing on the perilla

And you are my peace, my native, the world inside, and outside the illusion and no matter how much words from the words from the drunken lips of ours in the Dark Room

No matter how much ideas come to us, make eternal meetings, will come to say goodbye somehime and we will not keep track

Minibuses, paths. Everything will become different. Or has already become ... I was lost in you, as if in the subway between the stations

and kilometers under the ground. As if entered, but I was looking for myself so long there that all the days were closed. And only you hear

Only you can save me. Or maybe it's a dream and everything will disappear? Do you know how terribly thinking about it?

The fact that the end may occur. It all started with my name, but will end yours. Pink sky and between

My love ships floats to your house, you do not see them, but you feel right? And deceive themselves

In parts, disassembled the moments of adversity. Today I am, and tomorrow I will not be, perhaps. And the power of love? Is it

at all? Or did I become so weak, but not a great love at all? I don't know this, but I know that I love you at all

languages. I know that only your soul take out the fragments sometimes. I know that you do not fly today in space, because you

Not the weather is dressed and I know that you chase tea with mint without breaks and drive often under the songs and darkness.

And why am I jealous, not justified so? You write that in the company, and I see: "I forgot you," so pain becomes and

funny.

And you already hear the surf. You are in the world where everything is drawing consciousness - great. Where is the crumpled cat your zois

Behind the windows of the blizzard and snowflakes on the windows are melting. And so quiet, the velvet sounds you covering you, in a dark blue sunrise the aircraft

Bars over you ..

Morning...

Under the rays of the sun, your hair is cast and you walk the apartment sleepy and capricious with sharp movements

Thin and favorite hands me. You, something you do not have time and you will build the heads, and I will get all the options like

To calm you. And let it make no sense in this summary of events, but where does it mean? And where there is the beginning will be

end. And until the end of the moments of happiness doomed. Are they eternal or short-term? I forget who we were yesterday,

As if at different sides of the Earth. Today I am afraid of the end only. I'm afraid, once in the morning, opening my eyes to understand that not

I thought about you. I am afraid of Tirada I will get bored with the notepads old, in silence.

And I knit every new second .. New knot between us with you ..

Sometimes, remember, at least scraps phrases, Vasilisa, Matthew.

Take my hand .. even though on a bit, come on .. flew ...

Fly ...