не отвлекаешь - Полетели
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I close my eyes in the evening and inside everything shakes and spins. Nightmares from fatigue and in search of ideas to draw immense
The orbit of the hour of time, and outside the window of the world and at home, lit by the yellow lights of lanterns.
I am here in this closed circle of random everyday life, and somewhere in thousands of kilometers the sea and mountains,
But much further than that. To appreciate your messages and keep them at the heart, shout to everyone: "Mine! I will not give it!"
It goes to bed at 17 o’clock and until midnight, then stick in the photo.
Write a verse under a mug with cooled coffee, pose in a book and under a blanket,
And outside the window, a snowstorm is circling under the lanterns and somewhere in the silence of sleeping trains there are mysterious people somewhere at the Lonely Station
And in the morning it is cool, under the smell of paints in the entrance, the first cigarette on the day is so passionately smoking leaning on the railing

And you are my world, dear, the world inside, and the illusion outside and no matter how many words from our drunken lips in the dark room.
No matter how many ideas come to us, make eternal meetings, will come to say goodbye to some time and we will not keep track of
Minibuses, paths. Everything will become different. Or it has already been ... I was lost in you, as if in the subway between the stations
and kilometers underground. As if he had entered, but for so long looking for himself there that all the outputs were already closed. And only you, you hear
Only you can save me. Or maybe this is a dream and everything will disappear? Do you know how scared to think about it?
The fact that once can come to an end. It all started on my behalf, and ends with yours. The sky is pink and between
At home, the ships of my love are sailing to your house, you don’t see them, but you feel it right? And deceive yourself
In parts, analyzing the moments of hardships. Today I am, but tomorrow I will not be, perhaps. And the power of love? Is there any
at all? Or did I become so weak, and not love is great at all? I don't know that, but I know that I love you at all
languages. I know that only yours from my soul take out fragments sometimes. I know that we will not fly into space today, because you
Not dressed in the weather and I know that you are chasing teas with mint without interruptions and are often driven to songs and darkness.
And why am I jealous, not justified like that? You write that in the company, and I see: "I forgot you", it hurts so painfully
funny.

And you already hear the surf. You are in the world where everything is as you draw consciousness is great. Somewhere your crumpled cat is worn
Outside the windows, the blizzard and snowflakes are melting on the windows. And so quietly, with a velvet of sound covering you, in a dark blue dawn
It floats over you ..

Morning...
Under the rays of the sun, your hair is cast and you walk around the apartment sleepy and capricious with sharp movements
Thin and my favorite hands. You, you won’t have time and you will build corns, and I will overcome all the options as
Calm you. And even if there is no point in this summary of events, but where is it at all? And where there will be a start and
end. And until the end, the moments of happiness doomed. Are they eternal or short -term? I forget who we were yesterday,
As if on different sides of the earth. Today I am afraid of the end only. I'm afraid one morning opening my eyes to understand that not
Thought about you. I'm afraid of tirads get bored on the old notebooks, in silence.

And I knit every second second .. A new knot between us with you ..
Sometimes, remember, at least with fragments of phrases, Vasilisa, Matvey.

Take my hand .. at least a little, come on .. flew ...
Flew ...