- الرساله ؛ She smiled strawberries
And i was fond of them

I bundle her letters
Perhaps she send me her smiles back in them

The mere pages i found beneath corners, ago
went slept in my ribs

And they ache

Wallahi so sweet
Especially the sending smiles part

A home without tea is merely a house

Did you drink water today? Took any deep breaths? Brushed your teeth?

Dream on, dear little child
In the sky, stars are still fading away

Your average enthusiastic Russian girl

nobody butters me up like you
And nobody fucks me like me

Меланхолия

I close my eyes and I imagine that I can easily read russian poetry, that I can speak french fluently

Space
Ivy hats
Airplanes
Dictionaries
Laptop bags
Pick up trucks
Shopping carts
Spain, china, italy
Books and libraries
It all reminds me of him

The russian case system, now I get why people spend at least 5 years learning this language

I guess once a month you need to feel like offing yourself

Everything goes down with the water
Sweat, dust and regrets

There he is
Neatly peaking his head
He has no features
Neatly peaking his hand
It has no fingers
He's waving with his hand
How friendly, still scary
Slowly showing himself
I can see him fully now
Tall legs long blank face
All black

"stop romanticizing pain"
Asking for the impossible now are we?