|Mileticova Bratislava 2008|
If we could pinpoint the catalyst that was responsible for making us who we are now, not the chain of events, the pull and push of a good or bad decision, but an actual spark that realized or not, started the whole ball of life rolling, I wonder if it would make us wiser or at all satisfied.
Running for trains and buses, standing on cold streets at midnight looking up at the sky for an answer as to why we are here, and how we got here. From the silent days of winter to the incendiary nights of summer, we can and we will taste it all. Falling in and out of love, if possible falling together at the same speed for the same amount of time, if not possible at least freefalling once in our lives.
The sound and smell of the past echo off the once empty spaces in the city, the quickly setting September sun catches us by surprise reminding us that time is running away and we had better keep an eye on it.
Our blood to one day pass back into the earth, will our bloodline continue to flow, or seep into the cracks and be forever dried up.