My mind is in fog into the abyss of cloud confusion. Am I unwell or just drunk? Lost in the midst of someone else's opinion
The head is clamped in a vice I don't have enough oxygen to the place of gloomy longing the cherished freedom will come.
I am a fish in a very muddy puddle. I am a bird in the filthy spirit of smog. I am a leaf that has fallen after a cold. I am the cat sitting on the doorstep.
They screamed in icy milk my thoughts echo. And somewhere nearby, on the dock, the wave broke with sad laughter.
Here the little hedgehog comes, he is crying, looking, like, Mishka, Seeing me suddenly leaves, for some reason taking a lump with him.
Blinded in the white twilight I go groping, my body aches. Lights in the distance and the barking of a dog illusion. My mind is drowning.
Turned around in a cloudy sky smile for a month, fell, sat down on a fir-tree, smiled. The cat's eyes are like two opals.
I seem to be out of my mind now prepare a shroud for me. I'm sick to the edge, and my head ... My mind is in fog.