Long time before 1:27

Ma kadusin juba
ammu ära,
päris ammu juba.
Taipamata, et siin ma olen,
ikka veel
olemas,
kõik on korras.


I disappeared already
a long time ago,
pretty long time ago.
Not realising, that I'm actually
here, still
exciting,
everything is fine.

1:27 Confession

Confession.

I miss running away. 

Ülestunnistus.

Ma igatsen põgenemist.

127 cashew nuts

It's getting too
late.
I'm getting too
hungry for
sleep,
cashew nuts,
morning
and you.


On juba liiga
hilja.
Ma hakkan aina enam
janunema
unele,
india pähklitele,
hommikule
ja sulle.

Tickling dreams

It was the time for
summer evening
in the city -
breathing in new faces,
new thoughts
but same,
good old
tickling dreams.

And I haven't felt this in a long time. Not knowing what it will bring, where I will stand or how uncomfortable it could get. Not knowing tomorrow but being certain it will be fine. Fine is better than extreme happiness and the opposite of that. It's good. It's stable. It's full of everything around it.
Haven't felt this alive... in a long time.
Seriously.
Ridiculous.

Kissing at 1:27pm

The sun kissed my eyes,
I'm not tired anymore.
And kissed my legs
so I could go as far as I desire
and my shoulders
so the weight got lighter.
Kissed my lips
and mouth
and ears
to reclaim my peace.

Päike suudles mu silmi,
ma ei ole enam väsinud.
Ja suudles mu jalgu,
et saaksin minna nii kaugele kui soovin
ja mu õlgu,
et raskused läheksid kergemaks.
Suudles huuli
ja suud
ja kõrvu,
et taastada mu rahu.

Kissing coffee

My mouth is full of laughters and the taste of kissing icy cold coffee. 

I guess I can still see the sunsets and not be afraid of rising. I can still effortlessly move on and not be scared of forgetting the lessons. I might still fear of wasting my life but now at least I will do something to remember it. I can still have my love and life and soul... but still want to grow apart from my bad parts. I still wish to be caught, even if I'm pretending to run away. I can still be who I was, it just depends if I want it, what part of it, how much of it. I can still sometimes feel uncomfortable, uncertain and yet, still feel I will be someone's best thing. I guess I can still stand up, even when I thought I couldn't. 

I guess I can still blossom and not be afraid of losing love. 

127 Substitutes.

After that I understood
why people fill their lungs
with smoke.
Why they can't sleep
and fill their life
with half empty coffee cups.
Substitute.


Pärast seda ma mõistsin,
miks inimesed täidavad
oma kopse suitsuga.
Miks nad ei saa magada
ning miks täidavad nad oma elu
pool-tühjade kohvi topsidega.
Aseaine.