
The book you got me when i said it was sold out in Malaysia keeps me mind moving in this stagnant fishbowl of a time. It has replaced every book I have ever loved and re-read again and again, every word something stolen off my tongue.
"Loves are like empires: when the idea they are founded on crumbles, they, too, fade away." - Milan Kundera,The Unbearable Lightness of Being.Kneeling in front of me i knew, you and i did not crumble.
Unbearably light is just the only way we know.
So now we become beautiful words, poetry written in modern day love letters
that cannot fade away but drown in an abyss of weighty words we never got to live.
Its for the best Slovak Sweetheart.
This is what grown ups do, right?
The years between help us realize neither of us knew when we became grown ups.
Staring in the mirror i do not know when i grew up and Responsibility became a pearl necklace i put on to look beautiful when i fail to feel so.
I wonder what you see when u look at me in the mirror with my face washed down with water in the white porcelain.
I sigh because i don't have the energy to cry over whats best for me.
So don't cry anymore, my love, if you think its what best for me.
I'm glad we met and our goodbye way as 'beautiful and awful as our love'
We have no choice but to be ok.
So heres a letter for the goodbyes i am not good with.
From your 'gift from the universe' i never felt like,
The name you could say over and over and over again just for the sound,
Brie.