- i come back to the idea that it is easier not to love, not to want, not to know - not to be yourself, to be someone else. let them humiliate the other, let them beat and burn alive, but not you, because you simply do not exist. there is someone else, glued together from the pain of the lost and trying to live again. devastated and waiting for something.
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- what is love? you fall head down, closing your eyes. the openwork of words and the velvet of warm darkness flow over your bare skin. any sounds turn into music, and you tune the metronome of your breath to the beat of your heart. with your palms you feel the light, gently touch the underside of your soul and it begins to sing. at that moment the long fall turns into a flight along the edge of the starry sky. you freeze to collect those stars with your lips, but a gentle hand slips along your collarbone, grabs your shoulder, gently pushes you backwards, and you... you fly. fly, resting your shoulder blades against the weightlessness..
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