Being alone is the sharpest pain:
Howling like a wolf under rising moon,
Hating my mirrors windows and bookshelves,
Praying to merciless numb telephone.

Being alone is the hardest challenge,
I’ve been avoiding long enough.
Facing it now I’m terrified and amazed,
Still trying to find a…

Slow dancing in the living room.
Lazy self-seducing motion.
Flow and tremble,
Back and forth,
Up and down, round and round –
Sweet warm waves.
Inverted vision:
Colors and vectors,
Faces, bodies, hands and voices -
Wrapping around like silk kimono.
Light teasing breath on the back of the neck.
— …

Beauty.
Swirling and twisting in the midst.
Snow flakes? Butterflies?
Street light sends its crisp illumination
on shiny white and silver vehicles,
passing by in slow motion.

Soundlessness.
Wrapped in a cotton cloud.
Seconds delivering minutes,
turning into hours,
vanishing into forever
and never.

Curves and colors.
Thoughts and images.
Sentences dancing…

I saw my reflection in your eyes. — Perfect scene.
Deep-deep in the middle of your pupils, where your soul is hiding,
Lays an emerald green lake, so calm, so lovely, so yours.
It's surrounded by the royal pine trees. They are older…

Limitations. Why do I want them on my path?
What can I learn from getting burnt
On invisible walls created by someone who barely knows I exist?

And what is freedom of vision if those walls sting
Every sidetrack step I take?
Is there such…

Blue weightless feather dancing in the wind.
That’s how lightly her glance swiped by you,
Leaving untold silent sigh and fresh laughter
That stayed in your lips
Like ripe grape’s aftertaste.

Tales of my memory are covered with snow.
You won’t see them across the ocean.

Greenness of trees and innocent sky
Have nothing to do with “before”.

Trade fear for courage and grief for amazement –
That is my way to do business.

…

A crow’s shadow. Rough lifeless voices…
Don’t offer me your candy, stranger.
I’m here watching him with the corner of my eye.
Smiling my most invisible smile,
While he’s flying out there in his so cold all-ness.

Should I wait or should I prepare the…

Depressing, don’t you think?
To see these dusty leaves on silent streets
And cloudless pale blue sky – no hint of moist.
And heat, throat burning heat from selfish Sun.

Depressing, don’t you think?
To feel no hate, no fear, no regret
No love, no joy,…