Our meet in the storm

Our meet in the storm

This is the time when I realize that you’ll not exist for a long time. You outlaw yourself from the beauty of life and you go nosedive into the infinite darkness. I released.So this happened, at a muggy, warm July’s Wednesday, when everything were shining and the summer hush replaced the storm’s fussed noise.

You hold me back, although I try to concentrate for the happiness and accomplish my goals, my dreams, and you don’t have a role. The movie revolves onwards without you and you can’t connect your hand to my hand to drag me with you to the deep. You try to recall visions in my head, you try to project film rolls to me to the winter white wall… after that, in the end of the movie you could write with big characters on the walls that it is the end. That’s all. Some memories and I run into your arms again.

I take a vow to myself that I’ll finally not think of you. You cause insomnia to me at every night –
the night’s silence always gives me power, the options: to remember or not?The components are ringing and rattle in out, somebody want to put in place everything but I couldn’t let it happen.

There is only moment in life what we would need so you can’t break my dreams with your hoarse voice. There is no „us” anymore and there are no more sentimental events in my diary. The harch winds of reality would no longer cut me on face and I would not awoke on the bare fact: you will be always here. You will always live your life happily and you won’t care of how deep vestige are you leaving behind your steps. Of course, I smile too about one or two recording but the revenge is sweet – the revenge’s intoxicated idea will always live in my mind. I don’t wait for the moment when I could take revenge of you; I let the moment to sleep.

I write the facts: the wind only just had blown your picture away.

Kollár Barbara

The storm washed everything: your memories, your smile, my tears, our subsistence.
It fascinated me. I danced with happiness in the storm and the mourning's thought doesn't scare me of the smiles, which blessed me by the time until I could be on your side. I smile because finally the rain washed down your vestiges of me and nobody could see that in fact, I cry due to happiness.

Why is the storm good, if not for refresh and wash the mind, the after a few minutes the Sun can shine again, and we can act like nothing happend.

Music:

Cat Power - Maybe not