perhaps

Perhaps we’re moving slowly
Perhaps we stop
Perhaps we’re moving
Backwards
Perhaps not
Perhaps we’re getting closer
Perhaps we’re getting more distant
Slowly
The unknown
Is neither getting closer nor farther
Perhaps we stopped
Perhaps not

stars

‘On tuesdays’, she said, ‘let’s just go back to the stars.’

So she did. Every tuesday of the year.

we met at the mosque

 

we met at the mosque
symbolically enough
to search for peace within us
what we found is something we didn’t dare to look for
it has always been there though
hidden 
and always will be

just, who will stir or calm the water
?

happiness

“All you need to be happy is a fast ride in the back of the truck”, she said and suddenly became happy.

 

 

tai iškirsti medžiai, ką pirmiausiai pastebi. prospekte – iškirsti, paupy iškirsti, prie tvenkinio, palei kelią, už namo, prie stotelės, aikšteje ir tavo kieme. iškirsti. tuoj ir tave iškirs.

 

“It doesn’t hurt anymore, cause nothing hurts. Nothing that hurts stay,” she said,
hopped on a bike and disappeared into a forest green.