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Pondělí 1. 1. 2:07

“She laughs in the blurred stains of the present moment.
Although the weight of being here and now is often underestimated,
she bids it farewell…

The truth laid bare, the skin has given up, it hurts.
She knows patience was created somewhere deep within her soul, yet on the outside
she withers dry, thanks to the wandering worm burrowing deep
beneath the skin of her chest. She wipes a cold bead of sweat from her burning
forehead, hoping he will remember her — or perhaps, for kindness’ sake, better not.
Everything would be disturbed by it. To bleed oneself without help,
take hold of a dead body for the final dance, when you could not even bring yourself
to speak to living flesh.
Only a mournful memory of that beauty remains.
Do not weep over the sacrifice. Go, and have compassion for those close to you.”

xo K

What is this?
Why did she want me to read it?
Couldn’t she have simply written, “I don’t want to see you anymore…”?

Monday, 1 January, 17:35

“Will you use this message - and, for that matter, everything from those four years
we spent fighting each other - in your new book as well?
I hope it will be far more successful than our relationship.”

D