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Prosinec 2017

Just a Memory

18. prosince 2017 v 11:03 | Ja
And so I met you again
and sitting there, staring at you, feeling completely nothing - just a slight, slight repelling and a subtlest pinch of pain -
I realised
It´s over
I love uconditionally
the memory of you
But the love for you
is over

No warmth
No wings
No depth
No joy
Just longing for something blurry and far away (the past?)

And so I cried because

what is my life, then?

Sad realisations

18. prosince 2017 v 10:49 | Ja
Perhaps it´s over
Perhaps it´s just really over


12. prosince 2017 v 15:31 | Ja
Memories are decieving
they tone present feelings
and leave no space for fair comparison

It's impossible to say what was really felt back then
and what is remembered
It's impossible to say whether what's remembered as having been felt
Was really felt

It's impossible to compare present feelings with the past ones
Yet we do it

And get so lost in
what is a memory
and what's a deceit.

...so perhaps it is just the present

that matters?

And so I met you

12. prosince 2017 v 13:22 | Ja
And so I met you
with your big fears and courage
and a tendency to run away through adventures
so lost
and so directed
seven dates compressed to two long meetings
I shared my soul with you
You shared your soul with me
at night
and then we said goodbye

How different the life could be

I will remember you