suddenly

wind gusts breach my window. again i think of the lost souls confused by streetlamps in their navigation.

Read More suddenly

an attempt at imagining things i cannot imagine, and thus come up with very weird imagery

were you a night orchid, white in the heart of summer, i’d be the occasional screech of a barn-owl over the dew in the meadow. were you a bright firefly, dancing like there’s no daybreak, i’d be the silence of fir-trees, stretching their arms into stars. were you silver moonbeam, piercing the clouds for this […]

Read More an attempt at imagining things i cannot imagine, and thus come up with very weird imagery

another one

when instead of your chewing gum you grab your eraser, bite on it, and see no difference – you are either me or have been writing too much or you are just an alien, and all chewy things are the same.

Read More another one

january, probably, 23

Люди соединяют разделенные немыслимыми расстояниями планеты, но часто неспособны преодолеть крошечный отрезок между сердцами. Между душами. Между двумя огоньками, что тянутся друг к другу, но почему-то не сливаются в общий костер.   И нельзя сказать однозначно, почему так происходит, нельзя создать единое правило, потому что в каждом случае огонькам мешает что-то свое. people make connections […]

Read More january, probably, 23