My sad thoughts...

White snow, gray ice, on a bursting earth. The cover that is stretched out on it - a town in the loop of a road.

And clouds are floating above the town, covering the sky-blue color, and above the town there's a yellow smoke, the town is two thousand years old, lived through under the light of the star called Sun...

And there's a war over two thousand years, a war without special causes. A war – the work of the youth, a medicine against wrinkles.

Red, red blood after one hour there's already simply the earth, after two hours there are flowers and grass on it, after three hours she's living again and heated with the rays of the star called Sun...

And we know that it has always been like this, that we like more the destiny who's living according to other rules and who's doomed to die young.

He doesn't remember the word “yes“ and the word “no“, he doesn't remember neither the deeds, nor the names. And able to reach the stars, not reckoning that this is a dream, and falling, scorched by the star called Sun.

Grains have fallen in the ground, grains want the rain. It needs the rain. Carve my chest, look at my inside, you'll see that there everything burning in fire. For day will be late, for hour will be late, for one moment to stand up it will be impossible. If you can't open door by key, break it in by your shoulder.

Between fingers is steel, fist is clenched. Beat higher hand that tormenting flesh, but inside of blood in veins is poison, slowly poison. Disturbed world, broken foreheads, bread broken into pieces and now someone are weeping and someone are silent, and someone are so happy, someone are so happy ...

You must be strong, you must learn how to say: "Hands off, off from me!" You must be strong or why are you living for?. What will be cost as thousand of words, when will be important the strength of hand? And now you are staying on the shore and thinking : "To swim or not to swim?"

Mother, all of us have serious illness... Mother, I know that all of us gone crazy...