Words fall from hands on bed as huge spheres, I dream in reality, but dreams aside from present. It is not necessary to open them now. To collect enough to holiday and then... Then I shall be again conducted by strange forces, blined, on a thin ice of attitudes, another's souls, shouts on the verge of consciousness. I shall be passed by the fused spoke on another's weltanschauung, I shall get drunk essence, that does not represent threat any more. As it is good to be drunk with a life. On lips there are butterflies, velvet, night moths sighes of expectation, trembling of an anticipation blossom. " So your steps are so light... ", words again find forces, I dream, I dream and I can not stop.