Ясность ума в тёплой тишине

Sometimes you breathe And other thoughts you share. Something stays dream In the quiet place, something I can share. Something stays with you And other thoughts agree. I don't rush the silence. I don't rush the fear. Sometimes I feel this space, The pulse beneath my skin. I thought that day was fading, But time begins piercing. No race, no sound is falling, just the Motion pulling me. No race, just the sound of breathing, All the things I can. I'm questioning the silence, Questioning what they cut. I've learned to find my parting, Just enough to break the bone. Things to blur, pics in the phone, Folding where I can't escape. All cuts are burning ground, Chasing shoes I shouldn't chase. No race, just the sound of breathing, All the things I can. Plant summers to break some cup, Still trying to hold tight. No speech-