Jul 22, 2024
I'm not cold. I'm just your reflection.
Author: Errol Zunic
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I'm not cold. I'm just your reflection.
Author: Errol Zunic
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God knows how much i bled. I formed a river of my own blood. But happily i wasn't crying that much, so i could pay more attention to where the river flows at. I followed it, and was surprised what i found at the end. Myself.
Author: Errol Zunic
There is a lot to say, but no ear that listens and no brain that understands. So i keep quiet.
Author: Errol Zunic
Can you please be the fireplace where I warm my hands ? I just came from someone, whose icy heart i tried to touch.
Sometimes people are not evil, they're just clumsy.
Author: Errol Zunic
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People who meant something to me i will never forget. In my mind there is a hall in which they exist as statues. Every day when i enter this hall, i dust them off and think for a moment when i stand in front of them. I think about whether we have not exhausted all the possibilities together before it came to an end. This ritual is my way to express love, even if these people will never know about it, because it all takes place inside of my head.
The only sword i allow to pierce my heart, is yours.
The architect of my heart likes complex buildings.
Author: Errol Zunic