Blog Filatelistów Polskich [English translation]

New entry, it's me and my few moments

A height and age.

Free day, 64 kilos of me

Finally the empty home.

Fete, dex, stamp album almost full

Something under eyelids.

Everything what, what you can, what enriches your brain

I'm experienced.

Great shot, over-the-counter, so I'm waiting

Till I start to feel something.

Clouds, smoke, thousands faces, smog and God

It's already upload.

am I here, I don't feel anything

I'm not breathing, I don't know, like a scream on the face

Picture is dimming, I'm waving, going blind

I don't know what's it

It's twisting my head

Blood is seething and hands are trembling

It pressing me, like a modelling clay, into carpet's pile,

Only one thought, to wait for the end, to finish it

I'm back, looking at, I know, was so bad

I was close to get to know

Whether the end, hole is death or gate

You must touch a bottom, really is it here?

I don't know where is it

Enough, is it now?