A beautiful freedom of lonely rides ( Read more... )

layout: blog ( Read more... )

it is constrained
but never contained
somehow subjected
hope you can direct it

ripping a new one
stars come undone
fragile surprise
do not an-ta-go-nize

crave the world peace
tease my malice
antifragile release
praise me with ease

Assume position, clench your fists ( Read more... )

The beauty is to be blissfully unaware,
The beauty is in chunks of the grey building by the station,
The beauty makes you smile at a drunk, as if to lay his soul bare,
The beauty doesn't ask, but just exists ever since its creation.

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Then came the moment
when leaves had fallen.
It started raining.
The train was standing,
Absurdly waiting
For things to come.

Accept all things,
Revolt and die.
Decide to kill.
It is all the same.
Camus was right.
The choice is yours.

But if you doubt,
Then stuff will break
You'll cry.
And suffer.

The leaves had fallen.

Кашель с утра.
Болят кончики пальцев.
Одна тарелка.

У кого-то есть кисти, руки ( Read more... )

Сначала было слово.
Сначало была нота.
Сначала был свет.
Сначала был человек.
Сначала была любовь.
Сначала была вибрация.
Сначала была.
Сначало.
Начало было.
Начало.

Конец, он мой ( Read more... )