a little flying schizophrenia

a youthful internal observer

ethereal Bela Wind and the worlds that come to her

A Boy and his imagination

SOMEWHERE (in another universe)


at night they are born
the flowers
are like millions of lanterns floating in still waters
and the fireflies
are buzzing
and it all means
they have arrived


sometimes they are born like conjoined twins
and they are so close
like a hug, like air
and when they move to disconnect
it feels like endless pain of birth
but at the same time
like an orgasm
without beginning, without end


they’ve disconnected
they’ve started the hunt
but no one else lives in this fucking world
they eat each other
and die of pain
and flowers die with them
before the sun goes down



in my hand

the ceiling is lost in smoke

in my hand

the floor smells of air


a drop of white paint

like the moon

it’s darkness

in my hand

they smoke long pipes

in my hand

warm creatures live

in my hand

please, be quiet


in my hand

there are millions of eyes

they are looking to believe

in my hand

there are thousands of feet

their footprints are like leaves

as they run through the cracks in my fingers

small spiders


I'll find you whoever you may be

in my hand

you lose yourself whoever you may be

in my hand


there's a train that crosses the lines

it will run through all the veins

someday it will stop

do I have enough time to understand

so little time

I am dust and ashes


my hand is weary

of holding all this foolish stuff

my hand is like a full cup

it has to be emptied

to be filled again

it has to be forgotten

to be noticed again

it has to be lost

to be found again

but where do I put this whole world?


Mechanical Town


(based on a true story)

fuck the words

I feel you


please be honest

please be sincere

and I will not be able to provoke you

I will simply reflect your beauty


with a lot of people in the room

I can taste everyone

I’m watching as something inside me

becomes a part of each of you


and I choose the most interesting path

and let go of myself

watching my mind and body

become a reaction, empathy, provocation


watching you

understanding you

I accept you

and I see myself


you’ve got fear 

fear is a part of you 

fear changes your thoughts 

fear closes the door 

with the real you behind it 


so many different things live inside your head 

good things and bad things 

you remember many different things happening 

right things and wrong things 


all the things 

that live inside you 

happen around you 

they don’t matter at all

they are very important 

when you look at me your eyes reflect me 

and we can both see the one who lives inside 

let me see your face 

let me see your clear mirror eyes 

I know them better than you do 

the one who lives inside you 

I need to become you 

to let my eyes reflect me 

and we can both see 

the one who lives inside



It's just an object

It's doesn't mean what you think (с)

Objects in Space


I dream of a tornado

It would live in my pocket

Once in a while I would take it out

And it would spin me round

Me and my world

And take us up

Where dreams 

Become Objects in Space


I want to tame your thoughts

And keep them close to my fingers

So that I'd open your head like a book

And blindly reach for your dreams with my hands

Your dreams are like fireflies

Rising up to become Objects in Space


I don't want to know

What’s behind your deep blue eyes

I don't want to see

Through your deep blue heart

I just want to gaze

At Objects in your Space

I just want to gaze

At Objects in Space




just one long path with a bunch of puzzles

what are you afraid of?

blue trees live inside the cracks between worlds


may good luck be with you