when she was growing up she was voiceless

locked from the inside but without feeling claustrophobic

shell shelter second skin

a collection of letters and a freak on a leash



music is nice, but ideas are stronger

to know who I want to be I had to learn who I don’t want to be

I want to produce a break, waiting for everything to happen at the same time
 and to do it and to do it and to do it to keep the ball in the air



there are also things that cannot be articulated in words

how many rooms can you make ur own?

who the fuck knows? No fucking body

they do what they can inch by inch step by step mile by mile man by man


rename things once again

when u cut into the present and the future leaks out



I’m my own sibling I’m a full trap

living in my bed house

doing it without thinking


got a key to lock myself inside 



It’s not like I got used to it, but I’m trying to understand more and more
 I feel some kind of itching when I talk about it

meaning is promiscuous and it’s shifting

it’s still moving although if it’s not a part of me anymore
 measurement changes the thing that is measured

with some things the question is not if, but when it arrives to you

if u wait for sth to become worse it will

the show is a poem, it’s a …, it’s a cabaret

my farewell to berlin


— Kuba Stępień