a moment in our arms..

..a lifetime in our hearts.

Przeciez to nie tak mialo byc.
Istnieje. Ale nie zyje. Widze obrazy, slysze dzwieki, ale ich nie przetwarzam. Kiedy jednak dopuszcze do siebie te mysl, ze jestem sama ten moment kiedy ponownie dociera do mnie, ze nigdy go juz nie wezme w ramiona. Za kazdym z tych razy moje serce rozrywane jest na milion kawalkow. Ponownie umieram. Uczucie beznadziejnosci. Uczucie braku potrzeby bycia. Purposeless.

Dzisiaj bylismy na cmentarzu, a potem u kamieniarza zamowic nagrobek.
That is so wrong. To wszystko mialo byc inaczej. Jak to sie stalo, ze zamiast planowac chrzciny, wybieram nagrobek?

i want to be still 
i want to walk into your grave 
where i can shelter in peace 
until all our cares have blown away


let the whole world fall away 
and fall into my arms 
stay with me 
i don't know how long we've got left 
and so i'm asking you 
to forgive me 


i learn as i go
to float far away
into silence 
and just watch your face
and find some kind of grace
in that quiet bliss 


can i stay and say nothing at all, at all 


where will we go when we get old 
when the bustle and the noise 
get too frightning 
when each and every angry word
is banished to the past 
that when i think 


we'll learn as we go
to float far away
into silence
and i'll watch your face
and read of patience and grace
in each line there 

will you walk into the grave with me 
will you leave this empty world 
soft and wistfull 
to sink into the dark, dark earth 
and never reappear would be blissful