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Sunday, 28 September 2014

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It’s scary how people leave scars on you; how certain people will never really vanish from the thoughts in your mind. I mean, I don’t think I will ever get over you. It’s not that I’m sad about us; but, sometimes in the middle of the day, out of nowhere, I hear your sentence quoted. I hear one of your phrases, loud in my mind, and I feel the way it goes all the way down to my heart again, destroying me like a tsunami. It overcomes you slowly. It’s like I get thrown back into the sea, and waves of my thoughts are crashing over me. I don’t know how I am supposed to get over a person, and you don’t have to. You can still cry after months about it. Even when you’re married and endlessly happy with that person, you should be able to cry about your first love. Not because you’re still in love with them, even if a little part still is, but because you will always love what you once loved. You learn to understand it. With every new moment and experience in your life, you start to understand, piece by piece, what was happening back then.
— 
Elay Neal Moses

Friday, 1 August 2014

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If we screw up this moment, we will try the next..
And if we fail the next
We have our whole lives to get it right...


Thursday, 10 July 2014

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Sometimes there is a moment in your life that you have to give up in your life on someone, or something.
Sometimes you have to choose, between two heartbreaking decisions.
Sometimes you have to let one go, to keep the other.


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I guess it's gonna have to hurt; I guess I'm gonna have to cry and let go of some things I've loved to get to the other side.
I guess it's gonna break me down: like falling when you try to fly. It's sad, but sometimes moving on with the rest of your life starts with goodbye.
And You have to move on, because there is nothing else to do.








No one will ever love you as much as I do. Why isn't love enough?



Saturday, 14 June 2014

Kradnąc konie.




A. wie, że potem juz nic nie ma.
Nic, co mogloby Ci się przydać.
Zachmurzenie nieba, jakby Bóg rozciagnał szary szal w zgodzie z migracją gołębi.

Śnimy się sobie i na tej podstawie piszemy kruche wiersze.
Pustka wypełnia nam dłonie.

Thursday, 12 June 2014

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Oratorium pustki..

Mam tylko obraz, akt agonii, błysk oczu w pamięci.
To się dzieje cicho, noc prowadzi w piekło
Kradnie oddech i odbicie w wodzie.

Moje imię, nie wyryte jeszcze w Twojej pamięci

Thursday, 17 April 2014

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It always fascinates me how people go from loving you madly,
to nothing at all. Nothing. It hurts so much.

When I feel someone is going to leave me,
I have a tendency to break up first,
before I get to hear the whole thing.

Here it is...
One more, one less, another wasted love story,
I really loved this one.

When I think that it's over,
then I'll never see him again like this.
Well yes I'll bump into him,
we'll meet our new boyfriend and girlfriend
act as if we had never been together.
Then we'll slowly think of each other less, and less,
until we forget each other completely. Almost.

Always the same for me.
Break up, break down.
Drink up, fool around.
Meet one guy then another f*ck around to forget the one and only.

Then after a few months of total emptiness
start again to look for true love,
desperately look everywhere,
and after two years of loneliness,
meet new love, and swear it is the one,
until that one is gone as well.


There's a moment in life
where you can't recover anymore from another break up.
And even if this person's bug you, 60% of the time,
well you still can't live without him.
And even if he wakes up you everyday by sneezing up right in your face,
well you love his sneezes more than anyone else's kisses.


Thursday, 6 March 2014

say something...





There is such a moment when the pain is so huge that you can't breathe. This is such a clever mechanism. I think, repeatedly practiced by nature. You suffocate, instinctively you rescue yourself and for a moment you forget about the pain. You are afraid the apnea will return and owing to this you can survive.



Maybe it's not the most important to want to go to bed with someone, rather want to get up the next morning and have tea together?


[...] I'm drunk. Only a bit from wine. Mostly from reminiscences.



Monday, 27 January 2014

Saturday, 18 January 2014

Words...








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