Two-thousand-forty-nine days

Two-thousand-forty-nine days

I could never say goodbye – you know it well. I just imagine that I standing on the other side of the road and only cars driving between me and my other side. But no problem. I feel big buses driving next to me and I feel their wind pushing me away. Finally, I don’t hear the voices.

He can’t rape my soul – I don’t let anything to ruffle my perfect shining feathers. Be close to your soul – it means that I can told my life’s biggest secret to a stranger: I worry about it and I thing about that when you hunt down my soul’s little pieces. Today, the Lake of Balaton seems fussed, although my heart is beating slowly. Doing big circles on the carrousel after falling down to a bough… maybe I would do it again. Falling down, so that you could put my pieces together.

This story is short and it realized once. There isn’t two Sleeping Beauty and Snow-White, so I’m not more than them, but honestly, every time I think about it, that I could clean of myself the past’s vestige – I feel small million pin-prick on my skin and every part of my body protest about the idea of the redemption. If I will go away from here and I will leave here my past, and start my future, I will think about for a long time that I’m glad that you leave me the pieces of my past – this town, because you possesses my future’s part: the streets, the squares, the parks, essentially you stole my favourite places as a kind person and you weren’t selfish, so I offered to you these things.

We were negative film rolls for a long time. After, the pictures get colours, but someone didn’t finish the art.

Of course, slowly you take off me things, for example – trust, forgiveness, days and months. I believed that the time isn’t my friend.
Your excessive proud is the reason for everything. You are the main culprit that the life decomposed. The proud means for me that I can rise above everyone without repentance. The proud means for you that you can run to a closed door with closed eyes. Every door closing once in front of you – nobody will wait for you with open arms in life.

I wish that the world could dim in front of you at a later time and those nice feelings would’ve stayed with you without anybody stealing it.
One day, I will sitting on the edge of my bed and I’ll count the hours again with bitterly smile on my face, the hours which you absorbed in me, after I will recall you quietly: „ my two thousand days living in you…”

Kollár Barbara

Music:

Ellie Goulding - Explosions