Ena od tisoč zvezd mi bo prav,
nosil bom njeno ime.
Sometimes life is not enough. Sometimes we need to let go of everything that binds us to our seemingly static existence, and let loose the demons within. Then, when we're surrounded by a cloud of memories so thick you can't even move, you can finally see things for what they were, not what you wanted them to be. There are some stories that are not mine to tell, because I have yet to truly live them. And while I write these words knowing that they cannot truly change anything, I find solace in the fact that if nothing else, at least you got to know me, the real me. The person so far from everything you've ever imagined, yet somehow the closest you've ever been to finding meaning in the meaningless.
I want to know you. Each and every one of you. I want you to tell me about every person you've ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, and why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you didn't think you'd live through. I want to know the first time you felt the weight of hate, and if that day still trembles beneath your bones. Do you think anger is a sincere emotion or just the timid of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain? I'm curious to know all the ways you've been unkind, the moments when you were cruel. I want to grasp these things, because I want to see who's on the other side. I want to experience your lives, the way you get to be engulfed in mine. I want us to be more than voices that echo across the world, and sometimes, against all odds, touch and intertwine. I guess what I'm trying to say, is that I want to meet you. Each and every single one.
