HELEN ALMAZOVA
Like a blade through strained veins Changes are coming your way. Not letting go of captivity Choking on someone's knee which ruthlessly presses on the chest. You run, foam comes out of yo...
... Out of a sense of duty, and then - not for long ... when the breakdown when everything is crumpled, get lost on the bottom shelves On passing trains... Tell me,...
A lot of things will make sense as long as there are people with whom you can just walk in the park and eat ice cream. Just. Joking and laughing. Meditate. Talk about serious topics. Just talk...
sugar wakes up past the cup on the tablecloth wakes up roasted ground coffee everything wakes up, even what is inopportune even a moth that sits on a dusty damask even the morning that...
Breathe ... and mix everything in yourself And redraw everything in yourself, reassign How much can it mean How much can it...
I was waiting for him. I wrote letters at night. Did he need it? - Probably not very much. He was far, far away, but with her - on "you." And he always said - I am near. I am not...
You turn to face me I will melt you one by one Not glassy Escapes time in a thin stream on the collarbone And you You crush my shoulders getting stronger You respond to me, I will...
call... sms... taxi... gone... gone... away... someone stayed with... someone...