ENDRALON.SPACE · ČLÁNEK
10. 8. 2026
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When I write, I don't turn it into a prayer. I'm just cleaning up. One sentence next to another, to tidy up my chest without cruelty. Meanwhile, you breathe beside me and your presence is the greatest proof that one can live without clicking on the cold.
When I write,
I'm not making a prayer out of it.
I'm just cleaning up.
One sentence after another,
so that there is order in my chest
without cruelty.
Meanwhile, you breathe beside me
and your presence is the greatest proof,
that one can live
without clicking on the cold.
