The art of letting go

The harsh reality, the truth of life and... Bottom line? The air and silence understand me. You understand me, but I have to leave. I'm tired of making mistakes, losing and trying. Waiting, enduring and being wrong again. I love with all my heart and soul the silence, the air and the calm that you can give me. But I have to stay, to part - to leave and not be, lest I be beaten straight to the heart. There always remains an understatement, an emptiness... a share of longing and resentment. And yet noise and endless running once seemed like the perfect pastime, everything seemed perfect when one was not tired, not sleeping, not eating... Being fed and full of energy just from the thought and possibility of seeing, hearing and touching.... it is more than necessary.

You're lifting me up in the air
There's no reason to argue with that.
And the wrinkle-rays in the corners of my eyes
Better than hundreds of thousands of stories
They'll retell the war of the sexes
There's no point in going back
We used to leave together
From people and things
That they're trying to stay with us
You're hugging me with snow
I loved him because of your hands
And where the sky is, I can feel the ground with my feet
Even though there are miles of separation
Unwritten words
unraveled by a mere glance
You're lifting me up in the air
That's more than you need.

Anton Lavrentiev

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