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i am so terribly sorry there is a fire that i amstill fighting do not run for the exitsdo not smash the wallsthe building continues to standeven if it is unapologetically charred don’t you think togetherit will warm usdon’t you think togetherthe air is a little lighter we do not look to extinguish the flamewe … Continue reading
if there is anythingto doit is to dothe hard thing and if everythingis hardthen it is easy simply not be doneby all there isto do
how am i to starttelling you about i i have places insideswhere even silence hasnot yet spokeni have a favourite cloudit is sometimes the shape of yousometimes, my chilhoodi have not seen my neighbourhood friends in yearshave you? how would they starttelling you about i perhaps they’d sayi don’t particularly likeendings but even thenone must … Continue reading
i still hadso many things to say what did it mean to youwhat did i sorryi am blabbing too mucheven here switch to silencethat is thereand the truth is obvious i was see throughtrying tosee this thing through
perhaps the onlything to dois to do everythingto not be undoneby all the nothingthat isn’tyoudoingyou
i have met thosewho made me not worrywhere it all wentwho kiss like leavesbeginning to budwho held meuntil all the thoughts trickled outwho taught mehow to actually say my name kacper kacper kacperlisten to your voicedoes it still soundlike love
there is no way the way becomes the way and eventuallythe only wayaway from whatonce weighed you downwith what there isbut mostlyisn’t there
is my heart half emptyor half full it is gurglingi can hear it chokingstuck still in some pastyet to pass who wouldn’t want to go backto when it would simply be be loved without lossbe hopeful without horrorbe mine before it was yours quiet, little beastwhat has been has beenwhat remains will go away, too,one … Continue reading
give me a momenti may have gotten rustyleft outside so long know i am not made for nightmaresknow i don’t believe in ghostsbut i am possessed by wild hopeand a yearning to not be haunted by wilder dreams did i hear you say my namein your sleepi could’ve sworn your breathingmatched mine it is the … Continue reading
i have made no sound all dayis it my turn today? still, the quiet has a pulse,the universe must hum where it is empty i stand there, caught in the brief breath,wondering what i should say,and the song finds me anyway remember this:even listening is an art,and art is mostly listening
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