Karkoli pač že, kakorkoli pač že,
samo da se končno začne.
You can run away from yourself so often, and so much, just because the broken pieces of you cut your feet too deeply if you stay around for too long. But then what if someone were to come along and pick up those pieces for you? Then you wouldn't have to run away from yourself anymore. You could stop running. If someone sees you as something worth staying with - maybe you'll stay with yourself, too. But for him, for the boy whose pieces are scattered far and wide, that boy simply turned back to the lights, and in that moment he saw that the night was darker than ever before. He could not see the stars, yet the world felt as high as the depth-less night sky and deeper than he could know. He understood, suddenly and keenly, that he was too small to run away, and so he sat on the damp ground and cried. Just like that.
