Having kids -

a perfect alibi 

until I had a breakdown

and started to live 

for me 

 Боже

Please make sure

I don't meet a man

of my dreams 

That's just the last shit I'd need

in this lifetime 

Shadows, my favorite

building medium 

at the moment of old

personality collapse

I give up words

for crème brûlée

and probably pie

in lemon

Winter constellations

are single tracks in snow 

for everyone

fire glows in windows

cacao spills, cat rentals

ornament patterns in trees 

Endless sharing for it's

120⁰ trine everywhere

Lego-moms

creating worlds 

from what's been sourced

Turning lights off

in my head

like I do in my house'

rooms

to cut off certain moods 

We're trained for deficit

but imagine differently:

just being 

No more swapping "love"

Believe: it's very freeing 

Rimsky-Korsakov

on morning alarm 

with imperial trumpets

How rude, I thought

You believe in masks 

sprouting?

Let's play dress up

tomorrow

This is farewell 

for no one will handle

what's about to come 

Saw Roerich's mountains

today, straight through my

eyes

ordained by dinosaur caravan

If you were to see

yourself

like I do

you'd be blown away

Decided to rid of

all road blocks in one

swoop

Can't wait for the sun

to come up again 

to live

Slow life

after decades of running

Third round of matcha 

Hey, 16 year-old Lyon

show me how you eat your

flatbread

I want to create Scriptorium 2.0

for conscience play

right here in the alpine

If you come 

and don't inspire me

to play

Are you even a friend?

The pica-pica 

in the trees to

express high

is in the dna

But we choose

other things

Can you imagine

walking through

something and not 

carrying its particles 

into the next moment 

Now that's my style

Thankful for no words

exchanged

Your body language

said it all

One day we'll fall together

But

the string broke 

last night

the accord can't be played 

and the owl is dead

I'm so glad