ENDRALON.SPACE · ČLÁNEK
10. 8. 2026
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Sometimes something old creeps in: a black veil in the corner, a voice that knows how to judge, hands that steal sons' dreams and pretend to be the truth while doing it. I don't want to fight it. I'll just sit down beside you. And you won't rescue me from that darkness with words — just by making sure no one has to be smaller by your side in order to be loved.
Sometimes something old creeps in:
a black veil in the corner,
a voice that knows how to judge,
hands that steal sons' dreams
and pretend to be the truth while doing it.
I don't want to fight it.
I'll just sit down beside you.
And you won't take me out of that darkness with speech —
just by
the fact that with you no one has to be smaller,
in order to be loved.
