Summer 2014

22.

Strange type of sadness lands on my eyelashes this morning... It makes my eyes sore... Quiet, friendly, essential... Another dusty pink dune unavoidable... It pulsates into the air spreading the mist of its breath over my day, dividing it equally into 'good' and 'bad' song context, that You have suggested...

But the stars sparkle and the world's colours don't change... Dusty pink mist hangs above them. Then the gap opens up and loneliness lands... On an empty stage, reserved for me another indispensable monologue to perform...

Strength and calmness are my audience tonight. 

 

'Stay with dusty pink thoughts, close the requiem and believe in dawn, precious girl...'- my Soul lures me into a dialogue...


It is said- there is no zero in the nature.

But there is in time watches, fierce glares, rustle of champagne glasses...

We all have our own exact midnight, exact November, smuts on a wet memory pathway...

 

It is said- there is no zero in the nature.

There is only a hole in time,

through which cold, loneliness and fear slips in.

And sometimes- bloated Moon from pills...

 

 

(... translating some Lithuanian poets.)


The next day is sent from heavens!

With a sense of, this time (hopefully) breaking the pattern of my 'unsuccessful' love stories.

You can never fool yourself- you attract like. 

 


'The pain of loneliness lies in realization that there is no one available to us, while the joy of solitude is the knowledge that we have significant relationships to return to whenever it is needed.' 

by Brigita Stasun