nedjelja
wrong
Mia forgot how to write in Languages. None of them is right.
Mia writes without words. There are just smells and quality of Something In the Air. It is too hard to show that to people.
Mia forgot to share. Can't remember even why should she try.
subota
avoiding to belong
Mia's friend rents this amazing flat in Brooklyn. Williamsburg. Well, east Williamsburg.
Huge living area, kitchen booth like from diner, as it is from diner, random vintage sofas. Bohemic as America can get.
"I'm sitting in library then, Jelena is in living room...and Mia is there...well...in a waiting room." Small laugh.
Mia spends many of her lives in waiting rooms of some sort. The best thing she can think of is to decorate them.
petak
predah
temperatura od sinoc nije u minusu
stiglo je proljece
covjek s bradom pusi svoju lulu na stubistu
prekriven plavom kapuljacom
mali stisnuti grc iznutrice je popustio.
četvrtak
Sa snijegom pada i tisina
nemaju nikakve veze kamioni
i jata podivljalih golubova
nedjelja
& more...
subota
Nnaucila sam godinama da je covjeku najcesce vaznija udobnost
nego drugi covjek. vaznija negoli ja.
ucim se sebe prihvacati u hijerarhiji odnosa.
zbog toga nista manje vrijedna.
malo sam razocarana, pomalo tuzna. nema vise slomljenih srca.
tek hladni propuh. kroz zatvorena vrata.
utorak
Ddorasle su do teenagerica
njih dvije moje
iznutra
perje u kosi sljokice na grudima
lazni datumi rodjenja
i velike velike oci
cosmo i vruca cokolada na slamku
klate se na barskih stolicama
ono perje podrhtava
i nema veze sta je tek 10 ujutro
moje noge plocnicima nikad ne kroce
nezapazene
