Sometimes it’s like pure madness… so clear and scary like fresh blood coming out from veins of your scarred body. I want to touch it, but I can’t… it’s so beautiful and so fascinating, that I can only watch it silently. Like dying flower in the vase on my table. Or a moth caught in an old lamp.
And all those stories you’ve never told me. I’ve learned so much from your silence…
Vetkáni pod kůrou
pláčeme po tobě.
Bůh chodí střízlivý
Those demons living in me, stealing my breath and making my heart so cold and empty… I wish I could get them away from me without all the pain and tears. I wish I could get them out in other way…