black&white movies. no color, no sound...

Public diaries. No long conversations.
Only coffee & cigarettes.
Silence between me & my memory.
Lines seems to be endlees...
My public diary. No more longer a secret. Just imagine that it`s true. Written not for the leaves falling in autumn, not during the two peoples` walk down the empty street. However, in my diary is snowing. Whitly and softly. Like in the midnight. But it`s public. No excitement, no sharpness, no illegality. Though, it`s not selfish. It`s not only mine. Un-erotic, but unpredictible. Only beautiful words in it. Even those, which i can`t understand. Don`t be jocking with my minds. Do not do silly things with my confessions. They only prooves living. While I`m here. No matter what shit life is. IT IS. And it`s mine... Even uncoded.
Don`t read between the lines.
It`s only some space among the words.
Read between the sentences I have told
and those I had in mind.