A place and a person

And so it seems to me that everyone has “their own”… be it a place or a person. That “own” to which each of us returns suddenly or later. That or the one who is closer, warmer, calmer and purer. Where, where is the silence that does not pierce your brain with a sharp point through your ears. The one who simply gives a smile from being nearby. Where, where are the trees, roads, houses… everything is yours, everything is familiar and seems to have the imprint of your hands on it, your reflection. The one who will do what is necessary for you at this moment without questions, which you yourself do not feel until the end. This is priceless!

Come to that bench, write a text message to that person… Let him feel – “I am mine”. Let him smile and say – “I am mine”. Let the bench, parapet or swing you sit on embrace you with its arms. Yours… without quotes… let it be there. Always! Forever!

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