She was breathing deeply, she forgot the cold, the weight of beings, the insane or static life, the long anguish of living or dying. After so many years running from fear, fleeing crazily, uselessly, she was finally coming to a halt. At the same time she seemed to be recovering her roots, and the sap rose anew in her body, which was no longer trembling. Pressing her whole belly against the parapet, leaning toward the wheeling sky, she was only waiting for her pounding heart to settle down, and for the silence to form in her. The last constellations of stars fell in bunches a little lower on the horizon of the desert, and stood motionless. Then, with an unbearable sweetness, the waters of the night began to fill her, submerging the cold, rising gradually to the center of her being, and overflowing wave upon wave to her moaning mouth. A moment later, the whole sky stretched out above her as she lay with her back against the cold earth.

Falling leaves hide the path so quietly.

I thought we seemed so alike.
I heard you and thought "This is me."
I really felt that when I met N.
I thought we were I thought we were definitely the same...
I hate myself so much.
That's why...
That's why...
I hate N. too for being so like me.
The way we're so indecisive...
The way we're so shallow...
The way we're afraid...
I hate the way it's like I'm looking at myself.
I hate myself.
I hate you too.
I also really hate us.


Genki?

I'll punch you in the face and
it'll be the best thing that ever happened to you.

Nova igračka na obzorju.
Gumijasta ker komaj čaka da se bo lahko upognila.

Meni. In jaz njej.
Dokaj hitro bo vse izgubilo smisel.
Samo še naslada nad preteklostjo in strast.
Tista živalska, z raztrganimi krili in telesi.
Pa saj veš, da sma ista.

Gledališče v naju in midva v njem. [.Ti.]
Ponovljene drame. Komedije. Farse.
Srca pa tako ali tako noben od naju nima.
Odnesel naju bo bel prašek in šampanjec.
Tako kot prejšnji vikend.

V nebesa.