Breath. Exhalation.
A minute sank into the unknown. What seemed like eternity is now fleeting. Not everyone can fully see what is around. The turmoil eats out the eyes, the essence as beautiful and real does not become important. Do you see? Eyes in love, kindness, justice, wonderful nature behind concrete walls, amazing people and their culture, and the meaning of life? Can you call a free person who simply enjoys life and does not live according to the system? You break yourself all the time. You sculpt, repaint colors to fill the void, learn worthless concepts, to learn to express your existence and forget about lost space. If you're a temple, then stop rotting. Light like a lighthouse and you won't get lost. Beauty in the eyes of the viewer will be reflected on canvases with colors or in arms. Do you know why cities were built, paintings were painted, love faded in space?
Do not remember the first faces. People that for the first time made to smile, love music or who taught to dance and not be afraid of condemnation. So we will never see each other again, but we will breathe the same air, lose ourselves in the same crowd, experience the same events and live in this century. Light lights in the evenings, kiss children on the forehead and think about their purpose. Cycling will put to sleep awareness, which for a moment blew its head with the heat of nostalgia, but you will remember such evenings with incredible frankness and the rarity of being with yourself. Do not return to those places where we children catch snowflakes with our tongue, break our knees, build locks from sand and change the color of our eyes. I close my eyes and it's happening right now, but actually ten years ago. I remember it so clearly. You discovered the world, let it in with childish naivety, so that then you would know it again when all dreams broke.
Do not unwind the first kiss, do not live minutes again with someone who is no longer there and do not forget the smell of the hair of a loved one who has impregnated your soul for life. Our fate to remember, but our choice to remember. Time is all we have. All are rich, but many aspire to poverty. The world is a theater of absurdity, and we are desperately trying to change what we created ourselves. What more has a price: thought or breath?
Breath. Exhalation.