I keep being there for you. In the screaming silence, in the absence I fulfill. In the indifference that makes me in love with you. In the will to stay next to you, while I leave. In the dumb belief that i'll find other stuff like you. Breaking out in paralysis. Fighting a war with invisible weapons. Testing my passion while I refuse you. I'm sinking, but I don't want to hear of you.
Mind against heart. Voice against brain. Balls against stomach. Beer against afternoon tea.
Throwing up my hands in despair with my radio turned down, a shameful thing not to be there with you.
Dropping my bleary-eyed gaze during those 90 minutes of my life.
Looking at your beauty, but I cannot touch you.
Clever and calm talks. I want chaos, I want my home. I want plastic seats, the rain on my face and my dripping wet shoes. Smell of a train, tollbooths, highway stop's sandwich. I want rumble and heavy fabric. The taste of the scotch-tape in my mouth, and paint smell. I want tired smiles and cranky faces. I want my everyday life next to you, as ever. As I was teach.
I can't stand it anymore, I don't give up.
Fly high, fly higher! Don't look down, don't ever look down! Don't think of me, I'll come back.
I'll come back soon.
Svaka čast!!! 
