Dialogue 

sometimes I try to talk to myself heart to heart

I try to listen to all of them in the beginning 

to cheer everyone up

to deal with what is most important to any of them

to care of them properly 

to push them into the right direction 

alas, all those talks are like an attempt to drink out of an empty cup

thus, when the good thoughts come to me, I don’t want to listen to them

what I do want is to close their lips with my kisses

the proper intentions can’t reach my heart which is locked

the impossible dreams tempt me to say them a good-bye 

and only the empty promises 

and the regrets of what cannot be redone

always stay with me

constantly look over my shoulder, stopping me from moving further on

but I keep going