Poem about the condition It's not a disease. And it is a disease. You don't die from that disease. And you're not even quite alive. You live, but not this ordinary life. You live your life. An imaginary world. Better say, you live state. A condition. The condition in which only you are there. A state where hardly anyone understands you. Maybe no one. When you scream, they run away from you. They think you are not normal. And that's just how you manifest your state. Current…
@Musician in August 2023
Poem about dry rain Lightning strikes! Thunders are shooting! It is falling as if someone opened the sky! What happens? Nothing is clear to me. My answer would be rain. Your answer would be rain. Yes, it's raining. But it's not wet rain. How is it possible? Still no one hides. Really nobody is wet. Well, this is something different! People are jumping for joy. This is the new sky. The sky without limits! Cash sky opened. Falling cashrains! Connect. It is possible. Author:…