glasses

Odmeva, v kuhni odmeva, kuhne nikjer, ledeno je tukaj, ampak v meni vre adrenalin...
Čakam ljudi, čakam monterje, čakam rumeno kuhinjo, čakam na trenutek, ko bo kuhinja tukaj, montirana, čista, nova, ko bo toplo, ko bo pospravljeno, ko bo svetila tiha svetloba sončnega odtenka, in ko bom lahko namazala na pult lastno telo, telo brez ničesar neorganskega na njem, in kliknila, komaj čakam klike...
to be continued

glasses

And it does come, the day, when it's all going wrong... Little things, small unimportant things, that put together, makes the day look bad.
Stunning, but it didn't knock me down, I can still feel the look beyond glasses following me, not with the sight, but with everything else...Everything, all, whole, deep and absolutely concentrated on me, on what >I do, where I go, and now I know, I know, I saw, I felt, it's not just a feeling, it certainty
I won't do anything more I've done so far, as I always do, I won't watch, say, or do anything at all, >I will keep attention, maybe just a little bit more I did so far..
Waiting, passively...
no hope

just be there...