To, laughing, at night be sobbed…

Let's keep the heart crystality!..

I don't consider myself a humanist.

In something with Him I accurately resembles:

Dull eyes, pale skin, our suffering’s endless,

I want to (but I can't) become a humorist…

Because of Him I’m saddened, upset;

I wrote a poem – I couldn't think anymore.

Some1 who didn’t understand Him – is just a complete moron…

I can't smile again, I haven't tuned in it yet…

(18:05-18:45; 22.10.19.)