if u r wondering, where is this girl...
she just left, as she always does.
The tighter I hold it, the faster it slips away. Ironic – how things haven’t changed here. It’s been years. Here, ahead of my eyes, I have that table for kids. We played so many games around it. Here are these books. Stories that my heart remembers. It could be only because of them that...
Many times I wanted to write something about this place. Maybe I can’t do it this time either, maybe there are no words to express how good I feel here and what this place means to me. Poddlhá. More than a home to me, more than a childhood. I can imagine that if things were...
I capture moments. I display people. In the way they are, in the way they seem to be. With all their beauty – or wickedness. Their story stays in a certain moment and we can only guess how it continued. It is possible to return back to them anytime. They show the past how it...
Am I able to walk away? Am I able to walk away from you, purposefully, with no need to look back? This is what I’ve been asking myself recently. Since the moment we first met, I’ve always been afraid of the fall. Or rather, I’ve been afraid that nothing will be there to slow it....
Certain moments go on forever. Like when you waved me this morning, carelessly, pointed your thermos of coffee towards me, as if cheering me lightly, mobile phone in your second hand, driven into a talk with someone who wasn’t me at all. It is more than 9 P.M. and that moment is still rewinding across my...
We are sitting in the car together. The evening is warm, your hand is reaching for mine and something in the air is tearing me apart. How when your skin finds mine, I forget to inhale. How you are tender and energetic, both at once, how I wonder whether your lips feels the same. How...
