a voyage

on the opposite side

of the town

the evening comes

i go uphill and down

till i see nothing at all

and nowhere

becomes path.

four little graves

without clues.

in my mind

i see their eyes

painted red

or blue,

together with smiles of

the ones that stayed

to bring flowers

or just to stare

into something that

could have been theirs.

five miles away long shadows

cover your thoughts

light floods through your skin

and morning begins.

i take few steps blindly

counting

scars on the sky,

loudly catching the air.

solace

comes with clear water

and her hands creased

in despair,

grieving after her daughter.

bent on a grass

leaving

sadness i don’t understand.

blackpool out of season part1

gryzli ale nie zjedli

sea-ing

 

 

'In the wind, in the yoke, my ride will go. Central, remote, any further and I'll know. Pressing matters bear. Through trials and time, I keep my feet right in line for flight so we never recognize. Pressing matters bear, anable wear and tear on you, tear on you. Remind me. Tear on you, wear on you.'

so many foreign worlds

so ready for us
so ready for us.

with a special dedication to prof.brian cox who really fucked up wonders of the universe this time.but hey, it's good to be a child forever. i share your dilemmas prof.cox, but instead of looking up i'm looking down.at least for now.

back to the dream.upstream.

"most people think i count fish, but i don't. i look at them. i look at their souls and read their dreams and then i let them into my dreams."

we were meant to see in the dirt

if you doubt
that I'll be there
don't despair
don't you dare
if you doubt
that I'll be there
don't despair
don't you dare


don't leave
cause i believe
we were meant to see
in the dirt .