And something has changed since then, look
I no longer cry like a child
Although it still hurts a little inside
And the nerve cells did not recover
And I’m still not running to buy cigarettes,
Although, purely feminine, it is so fashionable
But I still take self portraits.
To spite myself, you, others, anyone
Out of habit, I walk around the apartment in stockings
I remember you always liked it…
Yes, we have not been live for a long time
I wrote you something, but it didn’t go
You called me recently, I didn’t hear
And then I didn’t call back…
I was asking the sky why it happened
The sky just sent me somewhere…

Why are we absurd, loose, imaginary?