Voland's Circus

The world isn't beautiful.

It doesn't make it ugly;

Look into it,

and you end up only looking

At what you thought your reflection to be.

There is only us;

Only this moment;

Only Nows, Only

Todays.

It feels more like a dream, more like an

Illusion.

Be the moment what it'll be - 

If not to live the brightest,

If not to 

Try

The best you fucking can, then

Why

Be at all?