.

Rapidly trying to find some refuge in escape,

That simply divides us from all our earthly troubles,

We find only reason to click on the broken fates,

Made only from two:

Of longing and random numbers.

Searching for happiness in the nearby, not close —

Hoping for faithfulness in simple physical presence.

There’s no way to cross the gulf between our thoughts,

Between the black holes

In the deepness of our destinies.

Can there be something less insignificant than a short flight,

Than these stories or streets, separating just our places?

Than the months, during which you completely lost your mind;

If, in any possible crowd, we see only

Each other’s faces?

2019