Upijam się powoli, śmiejąc się i żartując.
Wlewam do swego gardła myśli i wspomnienia.
Coraz gorzej mi jest, coraz smutniej.
Gasnę jak pochodnia bez swojej nafty.
Wieczór ze znajomymi to kolejny koszmar pijaka.
Jesteś znowu pijany, jesteś sam.
Myśli krążą wokół głowy jak dzika melodia.
A w tle leci 'zjebałeś wszystko'.
I am irrational, chaotic and tempestuous
But not dumb. And for the most part-
I know where truth lies and where the heart of the matter is
I do not read in between the lines,
Unless the inter-line is so wide, that the text stretches in stitches
And everything looses grip and sense
Counter to pretense I am logical
I listen. Look. And stay silent.
Draw conclusions.
I place a period.
To last despite everything?
I am able to only when I strongly believe in something.
In meantime I have no illusions. Thank God.
I wont lie, the end of 2008 was tad fucked up, if you pardon my french.
I cleaned my life- I swept detritus from under the carpet and my bed
Threw out unneeded memories, expired passion and naive kisses.
I calculated my profits and losses- sorted pictures ad acta
In meantime fallacious and false confessions packed in old cardboard shoe boxes.
Enough. It is much lighter in my 'heart' and the life gained distinct flavour.
Besides, eight months is enough time to believe in your love,
one is enough to become confused
and one day to find out that I am alone on the road.
I have erased the most precious word from my dictionary
'forever'.
I no longer wish to be attached to anyone,
I no longer think about 'forever' because forever simply does not exist.
Well, at least not right now.
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