pictures

painting pretty pictures. paying so much attention to detail, to every leaf, every branch, and every flower. hoping it will matter...

a few hours ago, my life was just perfect. i ran the brushes on the canvas, was excited about tomorrow, day after tomorrow, and, and, and. like dominos, it all fell: first tomorrow, then day after tomorrow, then all tomorrows stopped their existence. details of my life, little irregularities of it, do not matter anymore, do not make me one of the millions. 

experiencing the impassable cold, im shaking. i did not love him, yet, i do not want him to leave. far away, he is running from me. i know i could have made him more comfortable, i could have laughed more, i could have showed him more. but, there is no time for regrets. i will not survive another one.

he runs away 

and im painting this pretty, very foggy painting

snehove spravy

nie je cas na slova. nemozem sa ho dockat uz po chvili co odidem do svojej postele - nieto po niekolkych dnoch. snezi - za oknami je ludoprazdno a len on mi vie dokonale ohriat lica. dam si dva pohare vody. chyba - chudak, neviem ako alebo kde bude spat. to som teda o sebe nevedela. 

v myslienkach mi zneje melodia brush my teeth with a bottle of jack cause when i leave for the night, i aint coming back. registrujem vecerne spravy alebo teda cisla v dolnej casti obrazovky. zaznamenavam si jednoduche vone - vonia tu ako pop-corn. zasa porovnavam jeho dvakrat vacsie chodidla s mojimi. nevyrastla som. 

naucil sa ma velmi rychlo. hrame jednou melodiu - aj ked len v jedinej dimenzii.