“Then suddenly, you met someone who told you the same story. Who told you about the same path you’ve walked through. And this time, you truly listened. You looked at them in the eyes while all the memories started coming back from the past. Suddenly you were like listening to an old song. You were like seeing an old scene you thought you have already forgotten. You were like in the darkness again. A darkness that was surrounded by voices you thought will never exist again. You were like watching an old movie. The one you don’t want to witness anymore. You’re hearing the same story from a different person. This time, the tears and sobs were not coming from you. It’s from someone you haven’t known when the same story happened to you. It was the same, yes, but still different. Because this time, you already understand. This time, you knew why it has to happen that way. This time, you were different. Because you already learned the lessons behind that story. And it’s time for you to try telling that someone how you overcome passing along that obstacle you thought you can never get through.”
(by vomitingwrites via tumblr)
Мы бежим друг от друга и за друг другом в поисках.. Чего
Ищем по следам на снегу, на песке, на земле. Недели, месяца, зима и лето проскальзывают в нашем сознании. Мы ищем потерянное, и прячем найденое.
Считаем до 10 и начинаем опять. Цикл жизни, цикл наших загонов, цикл наших игр. Время. Тик так. Тик так.
Ну что , сыграем в прятки?🚪