Monday, November 28, 2011

Next thing I knew, we were playing as three...

I'm speechless actually. Never have I thought certain bonds could unravel with such speed and new ones could entangle with such conviction. Now that I think about it, I've always been this way. I fall in and out of love faster than anyone I know, and I'm not even sure it's love at all. It's a fantasy perhaps. Or maybe a story of unprecedented possibilities. I don't forget anyone though, especially those who leave without saying goodbye. I remember those, I learn from them, and I grow as much as I can, whenever I can. And if I keep doing that, I think I'll be able to survive, at least for now. I dare not claim what tomorrow brings, or if it even comes at all. I've long given up on charting my course. I just walk on this boulevard of broken souls and shattered dreams, never losing hope that one day, someone will find me, and make me whole again.


"No ... pa nadaljujmo," je rekel skoraj neslišno. Poklali so se že prevečkrat, da bi sploh še zaznali, kako zdaj že od krvi toplo rezilo, bode v telo. Predali so se. Ne življenju ali smrti. Predali so se drug drugemu in samemu sebi. Prav posebna zmaga za vsakega izmed njih. Niso se več sovražili, zdaj jim je bilo preprosto vseeno. Utapljali so se v apatiji in uživali ob melanholični melodiji v zraku. Čutiti je preveč bolelo, je preveč žgalo. In tako so obsedeli na strganem kavču in kljub okoliščinam, še vedno živeli. No ja, ne ravno živeli. Obstajali morda. Ali pa še to ne. Ne vem več.