"Sometimes I see a tree in my dreams. It is my life. One branches is my future husband, leaves are children. Another one is my future as a writer. Every leaf is a poem. One more branch is a splendid academic career. But while I'm making a choice, the leaves are turning yellow and falling off and there is no more leaf on the tree".
"Sometimes it seems that I have no body. Only emptiness. And nothing inside. Like negative of man. Like I have never thought of anything, never written anything and felt nothing...I need only darkness. Darkness and silence".
"The Truth reachs me (I get the Truth) - it likes me".
I guess it happens sometimes. Life turns inside out in a flash and in a sleeping numbness the only wish is to go away. But go away not demonstrative, don't slam a door, but go away forever,to the place with no doors and walls. And it's no matter now that in front of you is the light at the end of the tunnel..or fathomless pit..the World starts revolving aroud the same axis, like a noose, abating you for some time but only for the purpose of choking stronger and then you poignant get tired to live with anticipation of pain, for the next blow..Thoughts little by little disappear (are blown away) and only one stays: "Why?" But the World around is silent. (c)