Enveloped with mist;
Illuminative moon rays...

At the end you will be asked
whether it was worth it...

Cattails stray between garbage cans,
empty beer bottles and sleeping bags...

I just want you to know
That you are the one i loved...

A few weeks
after my birth...

These smooth tones
are filling the room...

All I want is for you to know what I experience,
what I undergo every night. It's not your fault...

Sometimes
I get carried away...

And once I saw,
that my paper did not...

I realized, that poetry
is not my mother-tongue...

Sitting in the train
on the first evening...

Romancing about three empty verses,
that warpaint every piece of me...