#warmsleep

nostalgia will only eat you in the future if you continue to carry old burden with you .

you find a shell in the sand. the sand is warm under your feet, the air is salty, the sea crushes in green frothy waves against black stones. you break the shell open. look, you cut your finger just now. a velvet pearl of blood falls onto the nacre. you close the shell , you put it back and walk away.

i need a break. a real break. a little like stopping to exist. it has to be absolute. for some time no one knows me anymore, no one has memories of me, i don't exist in any country, i have no accounts, no place in this world. finally i will be able to breath again.

you look at a picture of an old friend. and in their eyes you see yourself: the person with your name deep connected in your old friends memories. but you are someone new now, that old reflection, it's not who you are anymore. and suddenly you realize, that friend you are looking at, this is someone new too. this isn't the person anymore you knew. they grew, just like you. and suddenly you see: it's natural, it's healthy. and finally you can let it go.

you are living inside a wallnut shell. you have a tiny stove and a tiny table and a tiny handknotted carpet. a crow watches you from safe distance.