On the sky

I got lost in the cloudless sky,
in the delicate lines of a winter afternoon.
The night comes soon
and I look at the stars,
my guide,
willing to be lost forever.

— e.lisitsa

I realized I am water under the bridge
while swimming upstream.

On water

— e.lisitsa

I looked into her eyes
and they reflected mine
and mine reflected hers
and I understood what is infinity.

On mirrors

— e.lisitsa

On phones

We are phones without chargers, trying to make the most of it as the battery rapidly drops to zero

— e.lisitsa

On friction

The sound of pencil on paper is a hiss, and everything I write is a whisper.

— e.lisitsa

On shouts

I don’t know peace
and it’s the best
because almost everyday
in some strange way
I got this shouting
inside my chest

— e.lisitsa

On the sand

The sand was gone from my hands, taken away by the breeze. And in the end those were my thoughts, the wind was the time, and I hope that on this endless beach my grains find yours somehow.

— e.lisitsa

On the time

It seems like yesterday when you said me tomorrow.
Then today, just like that, the time comes and stops.

— e.lisitsa

I, worried about seven sins
you come and show me the times tables.

On sins
On marks

A world with more question marks
without the need to exclaim
where even the suspension points are heard…

— e.lisitsa

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