Millions steps and thousand-thousand persons erasing recovering smells and favourite eyes.
A treacherous wind so inopportunely beating out precious memories from a head.
Unnecessary persons and impulses of a wind throwing out and mixing all in a sick reality.
In oppressive brightness of the empty cool sky. And in it in fact also there is nothing, anything.
Someone's clothes, someone's skin, someone's unfamiliar creaking voice. Voices. Everywhere.
And I am everywhere. And I am everywhere, but there I am someone is not present.
And yesterday again someone so incorrectly sufficed my hands.
Someone turned around, and someone reddened for some reason.
It is necessary? No. It is completely not necessary.
And you are happy, I believe it is so. Be happy. Hold it, your happiness, admire and draw it again and again
as a unique and eternal muse.
Thousand kilometers cannot destroy, trust.
And one step...
One step can break sometimes
One step can not suffice sometimes
And sometimes steps should lays in the opposite directions
Ridiculously
I vanished, as a smoke.
But I cry
For all...
And I pay
For all
I pay for the hopeless self-confidence, for the, at first sight, serious desire... To rescue, recover some destroyed in ashes souls
I pay for the hopeless self-confidence, for the, at first sight, serious desire... To learn someone, with a sight at whom, the mass, crowd of souls and bodies, unnecessary for me, will be dissolved...
And I shall then be dissolved. Because I am not able to remain such for a long time. There. With someone.
I pay for the hopeless self-confidence, for the, at first sight, serious desire... To destroy those who has made me such.... Such silly and wise. Such curious and all getting. To those, who has cut off my skin and sewn supersensitive but too strong material which is giving rise a shiver and a bitter smile. Who has presented me goose feathers, ability to say too much lies, speaking only the truth. Who has given ability to ignite spontaneously and revive... But already absolutely-absolutely another.
I pay for the hopeless self-confidence, for the, at first sight, serious desire... To disappear and cross out all lives at once , having left them in me. To live and to develop. And to burn out with such fire, which burns all inside, but at the same time strengthens, as heat does more strongly clay vessels.
Fire, which fill eyes with tears so, that it is necessary to throw back a head constantly. And again to see the cold empty sky. Empty, as my room, when there comes someone another...
I pay for the hopeless self-confidence, for the, at first sight, serious desire... To become one person. To remember all. Good and terrible. To not cross mind and to not be afraid of itself and another's unfamiliar intonations.
But I cannot, and if the vessel is broken into many pieces, consider, that it is not present.
I pay for the hopeless self-confidence, for the, at first sight, serious desire... to know and to not speak. To create by loss of consciousness and to kill by feeling. Yes, indeed it was so... probably.
It is necessary to pay for all.
Ones told me, that I have the ersatz inclination of a head
Ones thinks that I have an artificial smile
And I myself do not know is it true
Somebody can and will guess, that the happiness in my eyes could be really artificial
Sometimes even the most close and loving people look in the eyes of each other as in a mirror, looking there for themselves, smiling
Incorrectly
Our eyes are windows
