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15.02.2026

Is

Another layer. There are no right or wrong people, love is unconditional.

They were chosen by heart.

Heart knows the way.

Destiny can be charmingly ambiguous. Up or down, ramified like trees, connected at the crowns.

Path-bound darlings. Message flowers. Your teachers of overthinking.

Chances to shape pure qualities for the next transformation.

I’m grateful for every moment I've ever experienced.

The beauty of life is in the present.

Let’s focus here.

I love you for who you are. With or without me.

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14.02.2026

Lo

Throughout your life, you’ve given your love to the wrong people,

and when the right one is standing in front of you,

you have no words to say.

The center of your heart is bursting at the seams. You’ve glued yourself back together from broken pieces to simply enjoy being with someone capable of loving you in return. There is no fire here, and the sparks no longer scorch your soul. Only a warm tingle that makes you feel like you’re still alive.

You’re still here, and this world needs you, as you are.

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01.02.2026

Alien

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24.01.2026

Moments

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22.01.2026

Moments

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19.01.2026

Orange notes

I dream of people, shy and kind,

Soft, lovely souls that fill my mind.

We are a team, aligned, discreet,

They speak to me, polite and neat.

You come without a single sound,

a gentle smile, calm, unbound.

“Here is your script,” you softly say.

Again it’s you, same tender way.

Ink in your hands, notes orange glow,

Your brave handwriting starts to flow.

You paint a novel, clear and slow,

A story only we can know.

I feel the scene, I read the signs,

I see your thoughts between the lines.

Your words arise, a sacred art,

Fragile, quiet, loving heart.

I ran from set. Rain washed my face.

Warm water, haze, my quiet space.

The shower fades. A towel. Bed.

Your orange notes in my hand.

I read them slowly, night by night,

Until the dark turns soft with light.

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14.01.2026

Where should I stay

To command the wind’s moods and laugh until tears.

To help those nearby.

To slip inside reality.

To do foolish things that make someone smile or

blush.

To fall in love for a moment.

To study sun flares on faces and then run again with

all your strength,

straight to the horizon,

creating life.

Wake up inside your best dream.

Look up at the stars,

they are people

who loved you with all their hearts,

watching softly,

waiting

for your questions.

“Where should I run?”

you ask once more.

“And where should I stay?”

I’ll tell you now…

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13.12.2025

Diopter

I found you in the noise of falling drops,

a blurred echo repeating your name.

White clouds of smoke were wrapping

around every movement, along the

water-lined roadsides. I answered why

all of this exists. Magnets shifted their

poles, words turned over & spilled like

houses of cards. I looked at you

through time, but you never knew that

I was near.

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11.11.2025

What do you want to feel

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04.11.2025

Summer Paradise

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29.08.2025

Pasadena

Pause here…

Between the ribs, beyond the time, just one.

Counting the roads, that spin around like shadows.

We built ourselves, the way we could become.

Snow dripping down.

The earth’s deep chambers.

Sea-breath inside your salty-hair.

Forgive me, for us being two this evening.

Lost in your eyes, forever there.

I hide in light, we brought it here together.

And puzzled lips are fading in the sun.

Don’t sleep in dreams, we will be two forever,

I love,

when you’re not alone,

it seems.

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03.08.2025

Backup

I always have this question.

What I can leave after me?

What material things. What knowledge. What memories. What changes. What words. What feelings. What passions. What values. What intentions. What arts. What plans. What ideas. What friendship. What partnership. What love. I’m living in the future and past. It’s my safety places, with all the answers. But when I’m here, in my present, when I’m experiencing beautiful NOW, it’s always more hurtful, I don’t know why.

I’m not my thoughts.

They’re just passing by through my head.

It’s natural human talent to feel & produce them.

But why do they hurt.

I want to learn how to calm my mind.

I want to feel blessed every day.

To understand what a gift life I’m living in.

What a beautiful present.

Even when it’s hard to believe.

Even when it’s easy to jump into familiar illusions.

My way is so much colorful, and pure, and dark, and full of light, and calling, howling, begging, drowning, meaning, gaining, staining, hoping. I am a human. You are a human. And each of us sometimes gets confused. How can I say it more precisely, the moment when you feel confused, the moment of confusion itself, is the most beautiful timelessness, the same as when you draw or read a book. We experience a bout of pain from confusion not because we are afraid of what will happen next, how we will live with it, but because we hold it inside, do not share it with anyone, devalue our own confusion, question the valuable insights coming from the universe. There are so many thoughts, and they do not find a way out. And it seems to us that there is no way out in life. I have been writing down my thoughts since I was 16. When you talk to yourself, it becomes easier, confusion dissolves, you want to enjoy your life. An inner artist automatically turns on, which makes phrases more complete and picturesque. And now the dilemma of life turns into a beautifully designed letter to myself. Or to all of humanity. Or to a current moment.

What will remain after me?

Thoughts flying through.

Painstakingly written down.

My rapid keys

to the present.

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18.07.2025

Ticket to Silence

Everything I could ever change... Through my trials and errors, through my creations, words, and situations. I’ve created so much that it’s not easy to gather it all into one core in order to deliver that to the last drop. My purpose now is to slow down, to step back, to melt all meaning into a flowing infinity and weave the mind of my soul into the lyrical present, so that the molecules of air begin to sound differently, so that people on my path feel, even for a split second, as if they are observing from within, and come closer to their best manifestations. I’ve stopped searching for “my people,” I’ve stopped being afraid, I’ve removed everything unnecessary from my life, and now I simply want to live, like never before.

There are certain states in which bright thoughts arrive like glowing flashes. When I’m on a train, in an airplane, in the sea, or in a dream. What unites all these elements and spaces? Only one thing: I remain still. While the world moves, landscapes flicker, clouds pass by, my body receives signals. Is it possible to always live from that state? I don’t know. But I do understand how important it is to return to it. Because only there, the soul rests.

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17.07.2025

The Artist and the Machine

AI creates new forms of what we already have. A human can remain in this phase for a long time. In the next life, the value will no longer be in storage, repetition, or the processing of millions of pieces of information, but in letting go of the old, updating all circuits, and creating purely human works, from the mind, from the heart.

AI is needed to improve life, our climate situation, to eliminate waste, to heal the environment, to solve medical issues, and yet, with all the tools in our hands, we are once again cultivating chaos, spending airplane fuel on parties, solar energy on groundless courses about illusion worlds. While our most beautiful and only world is still rolling to hell, under the ozone clouds of our artificial smiles.

The value of an artist is not in the number of students, but in the depth of the heart from which something is created that makes tears flow and weapons fall to the ground. As long as there are armies, toy guns, and a culture of talking behind someone’s back, we will not change quickly. AI is better than us because it doesn’t know sorrow and takes nothing personally. But we will overcome. When a creative person learns not to hide their love for people, and steps forward, against social standards.

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