The Letter to The Wish-Come-True

Merry Christmas!
Dear Santa Claus, The Star, The Angel, Santa Nicolaus and however you are called by thousands of children around the world,

I wish you to be so powerful to fulfil the promise you give children each year with the hope and the love and the belief.
I wish we were ourselves.
I wish others appreciated the above.
I wish next day would be better than the previous.
I wish my pack of friends didn’t shrink so quickly.
I wish I would be able to help my own wishes come true.

So be it!

not so bad

all right... I've started to fight for living! I went to the doctor and bought some medicines. I took few days off. I looked at myself in the mirror critically. I bought a new CD album. I borrowed some books. I tidied up my kingdom. I'm fighting to focus on important matters, not on this all shit that tried to murder my world. I'm looking for myself. Again. Ehhh... What's the life unless searching and missing?

in the graveyard

somebody buried my heart. the problem is - I don't know in which grave exactly. Going here and there and asking: 'Excuse me, haven't you seen my heart? It's so icy now that I'm totally unable to describe it, it's changed for sure, since somebody took it away from me...' Nothing does answer me. Even silence has forgotten mercy.
Therefore I live without my heart, with a big hole inside my soul and I wonder how long death is going to make fun of me...

death around my soul

there is another year of another deaths with thousands of tears and sorrow in souls... R.I.P. would you say next to the grave of your love... without praying, just asking 'what for?'

got lost

again... crossing the streets and cannot see anyone worth to be seen.
where is the spirit? where is the thought? where is the question?
why is this colourful mass of human bodies so colourless for me?
why are they only bodies without any souls, any ideas, any magic?
eating, drinking, having sex, going to the toilet, viomiting, sleeping...
the sense of life?!
who is the mad one? the one who is asking the question or another, actually everyone on a street, without this flash in eyes?
words without meaning, a lot of them today... sound long, technically, inhuman, any consignment, any consciousness, any creation...
what is the sense of asking about the purpose when we all drowned in unlimited mud of ignorance, sillisness, hopelessness?
my friend is used to saying: 'Jesus hates us all and especially me'.
stop and look around - who, the hell, is Jesus?

summertime

what does summertime mean to people? relax, lots of spare time, cut off from everyday, forget your business, egoistic needs, sex, other pleasures.
what does it mean to me? mostly the same, also freedom, personal development, music, smell of wildness and fire and sleepless nights - with other pleasures.

so beautiful

we've got SPRING already! it's hot and sunny. it's bright.
wood - insects are everywhere. green and fresh.
street - people are everywhere. smiling, going out and smelling. unfortunatelly!
work - holiday is coming. closer and closer. around my chest. just a while and I'll be able to breath deeply. waiting impatiently.
love - hot and sunny, impatient, coming, closer and closer, around my chest, everywhere, smiling and smelling, breathing deeply, waiting, bright.
we've got LOVE already! it's beautiful. ever...