2020.06.03.
Only corridors
Through the window it's been cold for years - days without sun have gone on too long.There's thick fog and absent light.
You say to me that with boredom it's possible to kill - an idiotic joke, don't make me laugh.
You can't sleep at night again.
You say to me that everything hurts, because in your heart are shards of glass.
This nightmare is always with you, the queen of snow has gone somewhere.
Days like that - you simply don't say anything.
You just come and lie down.
And I don't want to know you then.
You shout in the air - don't get me wrong, I just don't want to wake up anymore-
You're like a house, where there are only corridors.
Walls without windows - there's no escape.
The only way to get where you want is to find the key that opens the door, behind which there is nothing.