Permanent Damage

“I’m broken and paralyzed
My heart is compromised
I don’t feel the high
Now I’m falling without my wings
I still can’t feel a thing
So can you see me

Running, running
Running away

‘Cause you left this permanent damage
And now therе’s nothing to salvage
In me, in me thеre’s just damage
If only I knew how to manage
This world wasn’t made for me”

Well. Here we are again at the place where we started. I’m not talking about creativity, I’m talking about relationships with one person.

There are people to whom I give my heart. There are very few of them. Because there is almost no heart left. And this is not abstraction. I really love them. I allocate a place in my world. Let this world be beaten, but at least. I separate them. I love and appreciate Kat, and when a person writes to me “get away from me, write to the same Kat, talk to her” – she doesn’t understand that it is about something different.

When I left the house, I took only the basic things I need for work. A camera. A tripod. A stone that I carved. I also took with me a sheet of paper with an inscription that was in the work Joint. Why? Because it was important to me. Because it concerned a person whom I perceived as mine. Because even this piece of paper meant something to me. It was a part of her.

From time to time our conversations don’t go well, there is a misunderstanding, and…we are back where we started, if not further. The feeling that you are falling to a lower floor every time. First of all, I want to say that I see in her a crippled soul that doesn’t want to trust, to find shelter in the place that I can give her. That’s sad.

But all you can do in relation to another person is to love them, even if they don’t need this love.

Paper burns, love doesn’t…