A cough deep into my chest.
An empty noisy space in my tracheas, I can’t tell how’s it in there and why
It’s not going to come to an end. I would change it for a waiting or for a distance,
I would change it for anything else. I pump out all the air from my inside and wait for
my internal
Earthquake.

Love, an obsession that deserves to kill you.
About how much they resemble, one cold keep silent,
there’s a dependence anyway: sweet, without autumns in it.
Rain stopped
Heavy rain from across the window brings me always into a familiar feeling. That moment I like to hide myself under my blanket with my cranberries tea
And to see a historical movie or something like that.
Sometimes I want death to come suddenly and cut me from her. Faster than a match could burn,
More absurd than the false madness.
Sometimes I want it so desperately and then I took out my coloured pencils from the drawer,
Thrust them into my heart and start writing on its walls
sad stories, I’ll forget buried in there.