How wonderful it is to live knowing that at any moment your body will shatter into pieces. Appreciate these moments, because one day you will stop appreciating even the elementary silence at night

As it happens, you're still breathing, and I'm still breathing here, -
verbose creatures with no home and no soul.
You whisper “remember?” and the memory is just ash and noise,
And the words are just a viscous slime of doubts and lies.

My head hurts so much, this sky is a ball of fire,
“For so many centuries it's never touched the ground.
We've learned so long not to solve anything,
We've safely forgotten that we couldn't.

We've been snowed in and the paths lead nowhere.
All we can do is stare into death's empty eyes.
Don't speak for a century and one day in a hangover delirium
Write to me all the things you've been afraid to say for so long.

We can't be saved by the timeliness of our actions.
No matter how much we want to, we'll have to be ourselves.
And it's not my heart, it's cruel PTSD,
that's more powerful than promedol to get everyone back on track.

As it happens, the hardest thing to do here is to wait for the end.
They'll never invent teleportation in our lifetime.
I love you as long as I have enough lead.
Smile like you always do, then put a hole in my head