В колонках играет - US5-mamaНастроение сейчас - not goodYou think that there, behind feature of a life and death..
Too often, it is too much.what for? You do not know..
But you think..and in fact so it would be desirable to learn that there, to understand, feel..
And it so is easy, so the person,time easily dies and it already is not present..
Terribly, you start to understand, that you are not perfect before these forces..
You understand, that you can not resist to it when your turn ? will come
Whether and will come..and how it is fast, it would be desirable somewhat quicker..but what for?
Again "what for"..the answer to it you all the same will not give this question..
And again ideas go on a circle, that there, that there such..
You try to supersede them from a head, but does not leave..
It seems, that they will be there always, that this yours died..
Every day to think of death, about a life..that behind a strip between them..
Or not died can, if you can understand it, you will understand an essence of all..
The essence of a universe yes is not present, it is not necessary it..
And these ideas, you know because of what they in your head..
You feel, that it looks at you, because of this thin, hidden line..
It, the unique ? that for the sake of which was ready on all.
That, which learned you to love, learned to give another pleasure and confidence..
And now it there, also waits for you is not present, probably, does not wait..
You know, you understand, that it would not like, that you have died?!
You understand, that yet time,but so it would be desirable it to see, embrace..
It would be desirable to cry, tell to it that you love, that always loved it..
And still,still to ask a pardon, for that that did not understand, for that that did not trust it..
Did not see its feelings, did not see soul..
In ideas flash its person, its easy and light smile flashes
You compress a teeth it is impossible to cry, it is impossible..dead it is impossible to return and you know it..
You sit completely devastated, ideas are not present, there is nothing except for you and its person..
It seems stretch a hand and you can touch its soft hair..
There is no it only an illusion, around appears the real world..real..
Yes, you still here and in a head, begin a new coil idea already familiar to you..
That there, that there such, for these thin and hidden features...