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I feel alone in your arms. When did we lose it? Precision took over. When did we love it? Life lost its own track. When did we live it? Yet there is more. When did we stop it Coming?

U know that feeling when U R making yourself cold drink 4 a day & U overcool it with too big icecubes of doubt, fear, exhaution. Well, that! Posted via Composer

“I’ve always rejected being understood. To be understood is to prostitute oneself. I prefer to be taken seriously for what I’m not, remaining humanly unknown, with naturalness and all due respect” ― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

Čaka

me nekaj. Še ne vem kaj. Utrujen držim svet za roko. In se tolažim, da dokler svet za roko držim, se še kaj naučim. O vodenju in vodstvu. Vodi ki teče iz sveta kot teče kri iz pregretega telesa.