What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.
The history of mankind is the instant between two strides taken by a traveler.
One must not cheat anyone, not even the world of its victory.
I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.
Please — consider me a dream.
I no longer know If I wish to drown myself in love, vodka or the sea.