Everything from the beginning, the world is like a disc
In my apartment I don't feel like home, only like point of retreat and shelter.
Everything from the beginning, it sounds like departure but nothing moves any more.
Sometimes it does not hurt, sometimes a bit and sometimes much.
It is time when I win time and every beginning unfortunately has an end.
Suddenly, the world stops and stands still around us,
enough time to look around and to find reasons to go. Suddenly, the world stops.
There were no fists on tables, no porcelain on the wall.
There were only silent glances and lines between them and a tearing band.
Then suddenly was the door with a bang, and since our picture hangs crooked.
The usual contradiction of high expectations, everyday load and loss of form.
It is time when I win time and every beginning unfortunately has an end.
Suddenly, the world stops and stands still around us,
enough time to look around and to find reasons to go. Suddenly, the world stops.
Suddenly, the world stops and stands still around us,
enough time to look around and to find reasons to go. Suddenly, the world stops.
Enough time to decide from now and in the future, everything or nothing more to share