Dom

Life passes, day passes, night passes again. I forgot what it was like to feel anything at all.

I didn't sleep again. The day has passed, the night is passing again. A shadow walks with my body.

Another year has passed. I once wanted to run away from here. This is my home.

Where my old building still stands. They say Beze is a cat, man, he's a dope.

I would like to experience something like him. I would like to be like him. My life full of tears, full of bad sides.

If you knew what was there, you'd want to run away.

Temporary like casual sex with my ex. I'd like to know what it's like to finally have a home.

It makes my face contort like I'm screaming because you didn't come on time then. From the mirror image I inhale it.

She breathes heavily and sneezes in my face and a white cloud rises into the air and lands in a moment like a bird. On the floor in a dingy bathroom.

She wants more, even though it's the first time and my friend is pissed at her, even though I don't know him very well. You know what it means to walk among the crows. We are already ordering the fourth gram.

As I write this, I am tired. Four in the morning, I can't sleep, even though I don't touch what they touch.

Then today marks fifteen years.

She had pink hair or maybe my timing was wrong.

I read it in one of the novellas. It wasn't me at all, and it wasn't me at all.

Although I remember these club parties like it was today, when Cisza played here.

Life is as fast as sports cars and I am like the top of an iceberg. I drifted a bit along the way.

Today I'm drifting like an ice floe and trying to finally determine whether I was angry or whether you were angry.

When I had my hand on her head, I and that friend did two things.

I think that everyone is a saint when they talk about someone else's sins.

Life passes, day passes, night passes again. I forgot what it was like to feel anything at all.

I didn't sleep again. The day has passed, the night is passing again. A shadow walks with my body.

Another year has passed. I once wanted to run away from here. This is my home.

Where my old building still stands. They say Beze is a cat, man, he's a dope.

I would like to experience something like him. I would like to be like him. My life full of tears, full of bad sides.

If you knew what was there, you'd want to run away.

Temporary like casual sex with my ex. I'd like to know what it's like to finally have a home.

I had nothing to do with it. I was just in that bathroom.

Today I only remember that he was grinding his teeth and grabbing his jaw with his hand.

And I remember you were gone again. Back then, I wanted to build something more. Or maybe it was another time?

But it was love. Definitely. Sure. Then somehow, years later, you caught up.

You wanted me to grab your neck tightly.

You were looking at me like it was a weapon with which you would finally kill me. And I think you said, "How could you do that?" and "Why the fuck did you do that?"

I don't know what you were thinking. It doesn't work like that.

You can't kill someone who's been dead for a long time.

Sometimes I wonder if I still have a heart. I'm writing lines again when it's dawn. I understand less.

Apparently I have more. No one asked me about it for a long time. It's okay, nothing affects me anymore.

There is a little girl in my life. The one who owes him money writes.

Apart from that, the apartment is as empty as a box.

Nobody fucking called me back then, even though I wore my heart on my sleeve. It's okay, I don't have any pain today. It doesn't matter what happens to me.

I just understand less. I have more. The blood is bitter and the sweat is salty.

After all, I guess it's all for nothing. Those who have houses somewhere want to be me.