in the evening eating fish,
slowly getting part of it.
holding blown off memories,
slowly getting part of it.
living with own disease,
slowly getting part of it.
thinking of others' lives
and never getting part of it.
choking on the highest place,
faith considered as imagination,
black clothes as sin fashion,
shivering under sun rays.
speaking unknown language,
slowly getting part of it.
dreaming about time and maze,
slowly getting part of it.
listening to angel in black,
slowly getting part of it.
longing for a true home
and never getting part of it.
flying on the fastest car,
under bunch of blue cats,
pills are just temporary mess
for a cup of melancholy.
