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.
