Am I worth the space I take up, and the portion of air I pollute, am I freaking worth?
Because I know that anyone read this mess is worth, I’m quite sure there’s someone who wants to be them and wants to stay in touch, and who doesn’t wanna wake up if the person who’s reading is the waker.
And, heck yeah, I believe one’s existence is justified by someone else’s love or affection or something like that, something sweet and similar to blessing, always hand in hand with jealousy and some pain. And, yes, jealousy plus something equals affection, which in turn equals worth and justifies existence. Period.
Jokes aside: am I freaking worth the space I take up? Well, for I know there is a painter who angry with only hanging out with a musician not caring for painter’s feelings, well if that’s jealousy my existence’s kinda justified, for jealousy equals love. Period. Or if it’s not jealousy, if jealousy is when you ask you can hardly without to answer your messages for once and being angry doesn’t, if it’s the latter I might very well be a waste, or am I not. Wich is it?
Oh, sorry, told you, mess.

They say curiosity killed the cat. Well, let it **** him as many times as it wants to. As usual cats’ got nine of those, and the dark-furred wierdo over here has way more. ‘Cause apparently he obtains one every time his heart gets stolen by some strangers, and that ugly thing’s been switching owners a lot lately... anyways, he’s off to some side streets this afternoon, so I guess he’s not gonna home on time once again, go catch him, if ya want, it’s not like i care. Bye now, gotta go, trace some trails.

How many homes do I have?
If home is somewhere I stay most of the time, then, of course, I’ve only got one, and none cares if I love it or not.
And if home is somewhere I’d love to be, where walls and people always seem to welcome me, then I’ve got plenty al around Kiev and it’s neighboring small towns.
And if it’s somewhere I belong, then I was born homeless and will probably stay like this till the end.
So, please, my dear strangers, choose whichever answer you like.

Oh,moon,
Send ghosts to  me,
Of all of the people I think of,
Of all of the humans I sing of,
Of all of the souls I dream of,
Oh, moon,
Send ghosts to me,
Of those who’d scream frightened of the dark,
Of those who’d speak a wild lot in the dark,
Of those who’d wake me when it’s no more dark,
Oh, moon,
Send ghosts to me,
So we hug in here for hours in my mind,
So we search in here for nothing in my mind,
So we wait in here for answers in my mind,
Oh, moon.

When the lights go out in the evening, when you are to sleep.
don’t be scared.
I beg you .
For there will at least one more being there to guard you.
Don’t be scared
I miss you,
You’ll never know how much I’d love to be that being
Don’t be scared
I assure you,
And if you’re alone, you are a being, your mind’s a shield.
Don’t be scared
I ask you,
And once asleep, sleep tight,  let’s each other in our dreams.