Don't stop until you get enough...

There's a time in our life when we're about to give up fighting battles that we choose not to tell to anyone. We fall apart, we break into pieces, and find it hard to make ourselves whole again. We tried to start over, but found ourselves breaking once more with memories we tried to forget. We found ourselves crashing to the ground again, and all we ever thought was to give up and let ourselves go. We became hopeless. Love slowly fading, and we started to forget who we truly are. That time is very close, but I'm not there just yet.

I'll make you remember...

Če te prosim,

bi počakal z mano,

da spet najdem pot?

I will gather up a lifetime of things unsaid, write them down on this thing that is not a blog, and then offer them all to be lit up and burned. All at once. And then I will watch the whole thing turn to ash. The whole damn thing. Light the match, and watch it burn. If flames could speak, what a story they would tell. One of pathetic yearnings and small moments of victory over ones self and the world around me. Turning bones to ash. And it was the burning up of curses and all things bad as well. The universe knows I have had and still have demons, and even curses. Real ones.

Whisper my name...