Brash (Two)

I hate him. Because I love him.

Sovražim ga. Zato, ker ga ljubim.

CRY 2

Sometimes crying is not as beautiful as it is described in books. It's not as if a single pearly tear runs down my cheek. I don't necessarily sob quietly. Sometimes I try to catch my breath and wonder if I will be able to breathe in again. At the same time, I am strangely aware that most of my tears are coming from my left eye, my right cheek is barely moist. My nose is runny, everything is sticky, my eyes are red, my face is swollen, I am scratching and pulling out my hair. When I finally calm down, which can take an hour or so, my hands shake tiredly. I cry like this a few times a year and it is very cathartic.

JOK 2

Včasih jok ni lep kot ga opisujejo knjige. Ne spolzi mi ena sama bisernata solza po licu. Ni nujno, da tiho zaihtim. Včasih lovim sapo, sprašujem se, če mi bo naslednjič uspelo vdihniti. Hkrati se čudno jasno zavedam tega, da mi večina solz polzi iz levega očesa, desno lice je komajda vlažno. Iz nosa mi lije smrkelj, vse je lepljivo, oči rdeče, obraz zabuhel, praskam se in lasam. Ko se končno umirim, to lahko traja tudi kakšno uro, mi utrujeno drhtijo roke. Tak jok občutim nekajkrat na leto in je izredno katarzičen.

TINY CRYSTAL

I don't know, it's a longing that comes from a deep hole in my chest. I feel the longing like a little shining crystal of hope and dreams in a dark cave formed by years of loneliness and rejection.

KRISTALČEK

Ne vem, to je neko hrepenenje, ki izhaja iz globoke luknje v mojih prsih. Hrepenenje čutim kot majhen svetleč kristalček upanja in sanjarjenja v temni jami, ki se je oblikovala skozi leta osamljenosti in zavrženosti.