I don’t want to look back in five years time and think, ‘We could have been magnificent, but I was afraid.’ In 5 years I want to tell of how fear tried to cheat me out of the best thing in life, and I didn’t let it."
tonight we sat on the hood of my car overlooking the city lights and it rained on us and i felt so fluttery and warm
you said you wanted to be.
You grow up and you want to start
all over again.
They took away the dance in you
and they laughed when you tried to bring the music back.
So you paint pictures in gasoline
and wait for the fire.
So you wait for somebody to show up
and find empty doorways.
So you call your mother and almost tell
her about the monster under your bed,
how it won’t stop growling even
after the sun comes up.
This is what is left.
And the years go on and you almost
think you aren’t going to get better.
You almost think that whatever
has it’s claws in you won’t let go.
But the bruises melt back into your skin
and the broken limbs heal
and your hands find each other
again and again until
that feeling of loneliness
was just an aching dream you
had a few years back
that you can only remember in flashes, but never enough for it to stay."
"Jednom, kad zađete malo dublje u kalendare,
pa se okrenete i kroz trepavice pogledate u pravcu detinjstva,
kao što slikar gleda u platno koje treba da savlada i oživi,
sigurno ćete pronaći u sebi bolju pesmu o ljubavi.”
~ Mika Antić
Sext: I saw you for the first time in 3 years yesterday, but you did not even act like you recognized me and suddenly I am 18 and it is June and love smells like melting asphalt and tastes like blood."