tragedy opium

smells like loss again
and what do we do now?
with this colorful popular fair?
with this huge world of illusions squashing us?
let's travel to run away from things
it's the easiest way out
the stupidest
let's go jogging every evening
until a bad breathing causes muscles ache
and the real pain is deviated
let's get a puppy
to fill the blank gaps
to get some unconditional tenderness and delivery
from somebody

no matter how hard I try to believe
men like you make women tougher and tougher
like me

A second of paradise

I continue to believe

Even for a second of paradise is worth a whole life of devoted faith

I will never regret handing myself over

I will never stop going where the hearts take me

I am not afraid of showing off later failures
I can not deny my essence

I could walk on fire

And I would be consumed immediately

Yet this would be still alive

Photo on the computer

I touch the cold screen that draws you instantly  
It is as dirty as your real face would be if I touched it now
I do not try hard, my fingers can easily imagine the textures
Your warm, young and soft skin
The thin layer of your hair
Your thick beard hanging from your chin
I can see your eyes closing as I lower my hand all the way down to your lips
Then, the smoky breath coming out of your mouth
Passing through my fingers to break free forever

I stare at you and you at me like we used to
Long minutes
As if I discovered something different second after second

Nothing but a photo
Everything since you were gone

Witness music: Station by Lapsley.