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We look for the universe defining signs and the (spiritual) bookmarks even where they do not exist. We place a sign “here”, another one “there”. And time goes on – happy or not, tear-stained or not. And we add another bookmark. And someone is disappearing for someone else to appear. Finally, we’re just the overall of our gathered inside bookmarks, the lump sum of our personal memories, regardless how hard there was for us.
In the end of the day, the signs inside us are everything to remain, scars of the war carried against ourselves. What are you choosing to remember?! To give birth, after defeating death? To accept death, if life defeated you? To offer the freedom refused for you? How silent it was, when we knew almost nothing , I needed only a lot of AIR for living.
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