One Hour

One hour, 60 minutes, 60 pieces of my heart. They crash. Silence. Then a cacophony follows. The big hand gets caught into the chaos and my clock is about to stop. Ticking moments, waisted seconds. Flasing screens, no words. A world of fake entertainment, tags, alienation. I, II, III, IV. Forgotten numbers. We can’t even…

A woman of many talents

I’m a woman of many talents. You see? I’m great! I play the clown, a stand-up comedian… the good news is that it’s on my expense. Get a table, here’s a coupon for my show. I like to put myself down… one day I won’t be able to pull myself and stand up. Look at…


I feel empty. People’s existence is a mere carnival of ugly arrogance, psychological weaknesses, and rushed choices – a parade of monsters. At the same time, we all have hidden treasures: dreams, empathy, and love – like candy floss at a fair. This controversy makes me confused and empty. I feel pain. My body is…


A bit of purple. Like in the song we like. And then a bit of fuchsia. And even tootpaste. Like a clown. My face is like a cheetah with a million coloured spots. I walk in my pyjamas. A grotesque protest. If was an empress, these would be my new clothes. With holes, invisible but…


I like it multicoloured, autumnal, sweet. I like a bite of everything – your laughter, their meals, her dreams, my tears. I like it anti-fashioned. Forget about new features, editors, Shop buttons. Give me old-school rock and beer. I like it cocky. To kick me in the butt and make me going. Add another certificate…


I’m dying around him. Weeds suffocating my youth. No sunshine in my heart. I can’t grow when I get water from his well of pessimism. Unfortunately, flowers die.

Off Course

I say “Of course” quite often. To make people happy. But the truth is that I’m off course. Made to feel unhappy. Abused by my inconsistency. Used by people. Teased by dreams. Exhausted. Unable to get sleep. About to quit. Of course, it’s just a post. Who cares I’m feeling off course.

Strong Will – Goldilocks

My will is strong. Like porridge. Dripping. Drops of %. Smoke of nicotine. Like porridge. Fusion. Science. Lies. Like porridge. Messy. Tasteless. Burden. Goldilocks without her bears. Just beer.

Of Rocks & Nightlife

Nightmares that make we want to sleep. Like a rock. Close but far. So in love. Desire, tenderness, fear, curiosity. A cave of passion. But I always wake up, there’s never a single kiss. Impossible to connect, like a stalactite without a stalagmite, never a stalagnate. I want to sleep. I want my vivid dreams….

In. Out.

Blackout. Out! But always in my heart.