WHY I DIDN’T STAY A BUMPER

Life can be unfair from birth.

 You don’t choose your parents and your childhood. You can

 you are born into ruins that are not a safe home.

 That’s how it’s meant to be and there’s nothing you can do about it

 to do. But childhood marks you. It’s not about

 that he would later refer to all the time

 to an unhappy childhood without security and

 of love. But this is the baggage that then

 you carry it with you all your life. And it is love

 or there is none, there is no intermediate variant.

 I survived move after move. Rather,

 homes, re-education institutions. I never did

 knew what was hidden under the word home.

 For me, home was a boy. I have experienced years

 domestic violence, they locked me up for more

 days in a little room, I witnessed how

 the father beat the mother. So every few

 months. A certain image of the mother, how

 falls after her father’s blow on the linoleum and her from

 the mouth is slowly bleeding, it has been with me for decades.

 Again and again. I crawl up to her and lick

 her blood. And then that big, indescribable one

 omnipresent fear. What will happen,

 what kind of evening awaits us?! And again and again.

 And then you don’t grow at all.

 It is a fallacy to claim that these difficult trials

 strengthen. No! When you get kicked, you’re just kicked.

 Your luggage is heavy. No, what’s under

 section home, you don’t know what is under the word

 love. You have everything in your mind and heart

 mixed up. What is right and what is wrong. Then you do

 you settle in a castle, where you are re-educated. Into what

 only? How could you? Everything you can

 they give, it is a safe bed. There is no one who would

 understood, talked to you. He hugged you. And

 time is passing you by. You grow up hurt.

 Your soul, like everyone else, is searching for its own soul

 a twin who would understand and love you.

 To love. What magical words. Just something

 hide inside? It is a mistake to think that he has

 infatuation some connection with having

 like and love. Love is a feeling that

 lasts every loving day. Care is woven into it,

 warmth, kindness, understanding, faith,

 beauty, closeness, a thousand feelings. Falling in love

 it’s just a moment when you burn and tremble.

 Out of passion, without thinking. He comes in

 it goes out, time changes it, sometimes to perfection

 opposite.

 So you need luck to meet

 and you meet a man who loves you. But luck

 he doesn’t have a phone. Many never realize

 the man who stands by you, believes you,

 helps you, recognizes your beauty and

 value.

 I was on my way to the abyss. But I am

 was lucky. Vesna recognized all of them

 feelings and value that I am not even myself

 recognized. There were outages and small betrayals.

 But love knows how to forgive, it endures longer

 like a few moments. love gives

 without expecting anything in return. That’s why it is

 love friendship The past, of course

 she is not forgotten, she cannot be. But with love

 man has some invisible power to burn

 even for empty days and difficult times that always

 they come…

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