Mittwoch, 6. November 2019
outside reaction to 31.1.19
anna mestisa, 17:47h
As tragedy and/or catastrophe strikes,
I became well aware, who truly is my safety net.
Who is grabbing my hands?
Or tries to cheer me up?
Or who stands by me as I fall apart?
Who is willing to truly share my pain?
Things I haven’t notice,
become so crystal clear at the sight of damage,
at the sight of ugliness.
The loss of my father itself
becomes the second worst part of it all.
What I used to call family, isn’t there anymore.
3.2.2019
Bild: unsplash.com / Matt Howard
I became well aware, who truly is my safety net.
Who is grabbing my hands?
Or tries to cheer me up?
Or who stands by me as I fall apart?
Who is willing to truly share my pain?
Things I haven’t notice,
become so crystal clear at the sight of damage,
at the sight of ugliness.
The loss of my father itself
becomes the second worst part of it all.
What I used to call family, isn’t there anymore.
3.2.2019
Bild: unsplash.com / Matt Howard
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