Somebody's having a shower.
It's the one I love who's having a shower.
It's the one I hardly know who's having a shower.
It's the one who woke up today at 6 and fell asleep at 9.
The mockingbird flew away.
Bad news made me feel sad this morning.
Bad news drove me crazy during last two months.
All the instability of the world is what I suffer from
All the stuff from Beck's and Bauman's books.
And now it doesn't hurt that much.
But it does.
I make the breakfast and go away slowly
the rain is pouring
and the future is biting my toes
is covering my neck
killing me
not softly at all.