i'm fragile,
i'm weak.
standing on the edge,
of a mountain's peak.

full of wanderlust,
want these thoughts to cease.
i'm like a puzzle,
missing a piece.

in the forest,
soaked in rain.
yet i stand,
haven't been slain.

The sky,
A perfect shade of blue.
Meaningful and deep,
A heavenly avenue.

The air,
Seemingly immaculate.
Freshly flowing,
Wanting to circulate.

The rain,
Special to me.
Allows to think,
Gives a reason to be.

Nii ma istusin,
teetass käes.
Päike loojumas,
loodus oma täies väes.

Muusika kõrvi paitas,
lõõgastavama näis.
Kodune paradiis,
see pole vaid meie päis.

Kumavad toonid,
tuppa jõudsid.
Silmi pimestasid,
nende sulgemist nad nõudsid.

An ashtray,
Filled to the top.
A mind,
Any moment going to pop.

A feeling,
So unpleasant.
A voice,
Silence it, I can’t.

A moment,
Shattered by time.
A poem,
Written with a moody rhyme.

the air,
so thick and deadly.
just like my mind,
dark thoughts, all in a medley.

caffeine and aspirine,
friends so nice.
a night lasts for ages,
as long as they suffice.

music real proper,
fits the atmosphere.
keeps the mood low,
still nothing to fear.

The note on the table

The note on the table,
A text it reads:
’’I am leaving here,
To where, there are no leads.

Don’t worry, I’ll be fine,
As always.
Don’t long for me,
Don’t count the days.’’

Shattered, I fall,
The ground stops me.
Tears fall around,
’’How could this be?’’

Woke up feeling worthless,
Mind was a complete mess.
All I heard were raindrops falling,
The wind was howling aswell.
No sun to welcome me,
Silent were the singing birds.
Moodless I laid under the sheets,
Waiting for this dream to end.