It was just a taste
А брз поглед на слобода
A slight touch
A brief feel

Lost in that moment, Верував. Еден дел од мене сакаат тоа да трае вечно; Друг дел од мене не можеше да чека тој да се стави крај.

Мислам не на мојот себичност. На радост на сите тоа само може да се исполни со болната болка.

Се обидуваат да уживаат во моментот, додека внимателно заговор за брзо бегство.

Тие сакаат би можеле да бидат во оваа засекогаш, за вечноста. Ignorant to the truth that this forever destroys one’s ability to wish or even hope.

On my behalf, emotion is hidden
Afraid to hold on.
Affection openly displayed by those connected, too attached to be fearful.

Unfamiliar faces in the near all seem to share in “овој” experience, thus they fail to understand.

The slight tug, pulling at fulfillment, leaving them bear empty.

Quizzed glances, a race against time, so much to be covered. So little time. The moment overthrown with anxiety. My eyes beg for them not to leave.

Don’t go!

A pleading to stay.

Unfortunately only those without fortune are directed in the direction of my richless journey.

Unworried!

Prepared to travel, to fight, to battle.

In essence their fight has already begun, just as entrenched as I. For now we both stand close, yet so far. The intensity of it all steals our smiles. Сепак, we know what is there.

The sacrifices made to make it greatly appreciated, so when the C.O. yells, “Visit Over!” I let go of another piece of my “само” for them to take home.