2018.05.18.
Emerald-anka
It was not time before
The world has returned to the heart
I went the barley road
Backwards Hopelessness
Hopelessness Sleeping sleeper
Doctors in the acute
I am alone in the streets
Emerald-anka a black crow
The call does not come to itself.
2018.03.07.
The Street Lamp
Every might at two in the morning
I’m all alone under the street lamp
No one is able to know
That I’m in a bottomless and dark well
I don’t know why does it always rain
On me at night
Just getting soaked without (feeling) cold
I forgot how to count the days
I couldn’t emulate time
I couldn’t get cleaned from myself, and from you
I looked for a way out, but
It was extremely gloomy
I simply walked without running
Afraid of falling down