procijep

 the thing that makes you so special
 is my decision that you are special.

hvala, neredar.

pain is inevitable.
suffering is optional.

pain is easy to write. in pain we're all happily individual.
but what can one write about happiness?

(...) the world, which seems
to lie before us like a land of dreams,
so various, so beautiful, so new,
hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
and we are here as on a darkling plain
swept with confused alarm of struggle and flight,
while ignorant armies clash by night.

"dover beach" 1867, matthew arnold

godinu dana poslije.
čitava vječnost. treptaj oka?
o, mili... pomislit na život koji sada vodiš
ne olakšava mi
ovaj moj.

vrijeme ne liječi sve.
samo mi se prag tolerancije
na bol povećava.

the hurting never ends
like birthdays and old friends
we forget
there is fresh blood
and blood is human.

beauty remains
the impossibility of the body.

kiša
kiša
prljavo dvorište
toplota sa prvog ognjišta

beskrajna dokolica, čekanje
i ćutanje.

svako za sebe,
i bog protiv svih.

michaël borremans, various ways of avoiding visual contact with the outside world using yellow isolating tape, 1998