condemnating reinterruption '
felt cool, great delibration
great in everything
love depression and happiness
love feel bad
love feel shit and good at the same time
in the stream of consciousness
so pathetic and true in the same time
missing a points
making missunderstood
realizing all at the moment when everything is over
listening to music and not only
want go norway and india
whispering in twilight on the high place
love roaming in old quarters, whatching the sky and roofs of the houses
falling in the abysses, which are fool of grey dirty water
collapsing or fucking with love and romance . . in the dangerous and uncomfortable situations, inventing . .
risk is just a feeling . . .
( can't write without music now
disgusting someone, who gone full of rage
don't want to know about him )
tired while passing unknown exams
want higain peavey
want really whish something cool
impulsive reactivating in the different places
feeling too much different smells of someone
undenied following the dismalting events
growling at night, when everybody sleep
changing their dreams down to the rubbing fear
whatching d.m. clean, feelings are rebirth there
contacting with innosent people and faces
connecting with telephone line
hearing shouts and cryes and buying the phone-time
regreting about that have forgot
realizing that if i would remember, would not think about it
calling someone, asking to recognize me in the streets of snow
turning of, stayin and whatching the high distances
falling into infinity of controversial thoughts
in them i see me in sham mirrors (not in memoriam)
drawing someone, this face i haven't see so long
can't remember where and who was . .
shaping my despair
sham and facinating
looking at shit in the bath
sorry when listening to music named circles
trying to activate my inner . . .
redemption
love slow calm piano
was in a bliss just a little time
bliss changed the dream about a forest
forest in orange colors,
there was a long cloud far away from me
drifting to the end of unending forest
the trees where thick
grey light from the window
i felt. , . awake and fall again , long . .
too much mistakes here, so it's doesn't matter