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They set up on deciphering dead languages

“Ľudia sa o teba nezaujímajú, keď si sám. Ľudia sa o teba zaujímajú, keď sú oni sami.”
He claimed
Mistaking the rain
For a grain
Of sand
Burying the last drop
For greater good

Echoing his words she finally fell

Asleep 🌱

For good

Sipping her mint tea, she watched the day melting away, right in front of her,
in the form of sugar
stripping off
dying 
into T
Without screams
Without complains
Without a single sigh

Yes, it was a day just like any other
Reflecting the one before
Or the one still awaiting round the corner
Reminding her of three nonexistent men of her life

For like those three days were just a prolonged version of one
Those three men were different versions of one
Waiting for nothing

And so with T gone
She scanned hundreds of words for one last time
Subliming into the very nothing
Just like that crystal

Of sugar

Diving into impenetrable heavens above
Eye couldn’t help itself
But wonder
So was I ever lying to you
Dear evening
Straight to your face
Just like He claims
That people do

Or
Have I ever wasted you
Dear morning
Let it be
By will
Laziness
Or just in a plain mourning
Of my life

Skies hesitantly copied time
Windy
And yet speechless
Just like my mouth
Magnifying life
Only to children
To feed those sparks
Growing in their eyes

Yes
They blew me away
And in return
I blew off whole galaxies
As mere stardust of yesterday
With a breath
That of truth
When adults

Was it ever wrong?
Had to be
For His voice
By definition deflowering
By sensation its complete opposite
Haunted me in my dream
Turning the above
Into a giddy song

-…everything needs to be touched to be…,- her amber smile said.
-..hm, to be believed. You’re so right. Your sentence is here, makes sense and see, I do believe it,- reflected the iceberg of his eye.
-I didn’t say to believe. I said to TOUCH…
And so his touch stretched out
Hesitantly at first
Then meeting
Her
Ice melted in tears of pure joy
-You meant just TO BE🥳
Her soft laughter joined his in a synchronised melody.
-True…💜

…and as I held his trembling hand in mine, it reminded me of a quickened heartbeat, that of a frightened bird…
-I’m scared to go…they keep talking of light, love, welcoming embraces, and yet, all I can think about is that my heart will stop…
-Scared to die or scared to be born again?
-They say there are different realities, different bodies, different experiences, yet I know they can’t possibly know
-Still you know and they know, just as I know, there’s only memories of this life. Short lived, vivid in their nature, ever changing into something else, creating their own time, space…
-I don’t get it
-That’s absolutely unnecessary. What you need to realise is that you’re not dying, you’re being born again. Since there’s no way to rewrite the core memory…
-Meaning?
-See you on the other side. Again🖤

👁️

was watching a true master at work today
By giving birth to a couple of purple trees
He stopped two hearts
For a moment

Filled with nothing

But

pure beauty