I am wondering, standing in the window, is all a mistake.

A pack of memories in my pocket. A fate in other.

 

Is it a sarcasm when the last cigarette burns itself out,

or irony to put the pen without ink to the paper?

 

 

In one children's book in my childhood a cat don't eat a fish.

They are friends despite of different circumstances.

 

Perhaps the chapters from that have been cut.

Propably the cat has been shot.

 

Who has self-confidence is rich by anyone standards.

Pity, there's no shop where to buy it, no bank where to borrow it.