We are all in a hurry somewhere. We fly, we float, we wander. Life goes on as usual. Someone is born, someone dies. Love and hate. Meet and break up. The norm of life. Running, running, running.
Life is short!.. Break the rules …
Goodbye quickly … Laugh uncontrollably …
Kiss slowly …
Dance like no one is watching …
Sing as if nobody hears …
Love as if no one hurt you …
After all, life is given to a person once …
And you need to live it like this
to go crazy up there
and they said: well - do it again! …
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80 km / h We are all in a hurry somewhere. We fly, we float, we wander. Life goes on as usual. Someone is born, someone dies. Love and hate. Meet and break up. The norm of life. Running, running, running. To be in time, get enough, experience. Feelings, emotions, surges of hormones - without them, everything becomes insipid. Blue, white, red instead of gray and black. Lightness, softness - instead of heaviness.
100 km / h I'm flying. I strive with all my being forward. Back, left, right is prohibited. There is a goal, there is a childhood dream, so go ahead! I fly for miles, leaving behind only a handful of regret, seasoned with a touch of disappointment. Only a trace of tires remains on the road. Forget, surrender to the will of the senses, dissolve in the transparency of the phenomena taking place. I don't think so, I just turn on my favorite music at full volume:
South-north
To the east, to the sunset
It's time to go
If something is wrong
Calendar leaf
Cut off the breeze
Who was looking and not waiting
Never been lonely
Lonely and at the same time - no. Perhaps? Together and apart. They are trying to teach how to live, what to do. Tired of it! I searched, tried to build, found. That? Do not know yet. Hope. So much lived and so little. So much has not been done yet! To be in time, to be in time, time is seeping with sand between the fingers. Need to think. Rhythm, one-two, one-two. The main thing is not to get lost.
110 km / h The windshield is flooded with rain. Crazy wipers with clumsy hands are trying to disperse the veil. In vain. Occasionally, the headlights catch oncoming cars. Almost no one is there.
My daughter. So small and so grown up! Lord, I didn't have time to notice when she grew up. And now the notorious transitional age is on the verge. Tantrums, mood swings, attempts to find boundaries. My sun, my most beloved man! I know how difficult it is for you now, but together we can overcome everything. Everything I could, I laid in you. Further - only herself. Gain your personal experience, it is still useless to live with someone else's thoughts, someone else's head. Everything that has not been tested on itself - drains in unnecessary drops, even without soaking. I'll be there when you fall and shatter your knees. I will be there when you meet your first love, to listen and wipe away the first bitter tears. I'll be there when you first see your daughter's smile. In joy and sorrow. Is always. Because I love you!
120 km / h A sharp car signal makes you wake up. On the brakes! … For some reason, the slippery road goes to the left, and then immediately up. Grinding of metal over the ears. Someone's lives are sweeping past in a white draft. The chance to fix, to catch up slips away further and further. Stop! I can’t do it so quickly … I haven’t had time to do so much yet …. AND THIS IS EVERYTHING?
Late. An eerie human howl pierced the silence of the night. Someone who has lost, not having time to find. A soft rustle echoed him. I'll be back! Necessarily! Do you hear?
