about time

беше ме страх от времето.

не можех да понасям часовници по стените, на китката ми, на бюрото...

тяхното тиктакане през нощта ми носеше захлупващото чувство на неизбежност

това беше преди. 

научих се да уважавам времето и да не подценявам силата му

благодарна съм за него, за това, че 

лекува

минава

напомня ти да го използваш и да цениш моментите

че с времето забравяме,

но и се учим да се наслаждаваме на процесa на спомняне,

както и да се стараем да запомняме,

да записваме, да ценим.

времето е подарък, 

не проклятие.

The Escape Artist./The Grand Quitter.

It all began with him escaping his brother's knots when he tied him to a lamp post when they were 11.

He then learned how to escape locked rooms, and to sneak out late at night through the bathroom window. 

He escaped from classes, in order to become greater at escaping.

He learned to escape social ties and family dinners.

He escaped his mother's clutch on his wrist and his father's punches.

He tied himself up and escaped his own traps. 

He escaped more and more complicated knots, tighter ropes, and then chains and locks.

He became a well-known escape artist.

Soon the only thing he know was how to escape.

So he did,

he escaped from phone calls he did not feel comfortable taking

serious conversations

text messages asking questions

people

cities

and so many present selves.

He escaped life.

Physically/metaphorically?

you choose it.

But he never managed to escape from himself.