Years of fighting, it finally stopped.
My heartbeat slowed, my mind grew quiet. No more fighting, no struggle, no pain – I sat by the Vistula, looking at the sky, still and scattered with stars.
In a moment, I saw the world through a child’s eyes – full of love, full of peace.
Then came the pines. The vast, lonely forest. It’s scary sometimes – it scares a child’s heart.
And it makes me miss peace. You were that peace – the first of its kind.
You never loved me – it doesn’t matter anymore. You will always remain, to me, my lovely girl. As you made me feel love deeply again.
I’ve got wounds on the right hand, but now I have on the left, one from your cigarette.
