A FISTFUL OF ELECTRIC DREAMS ROAMING FREE IN THE WHOLE WIDE UNIVERSE, FILLING THE NIGHT WITH COLORFUL LIGHTS THAT SHINE DOWN UPON YOU AND LIFT YOU UP TO SOMETHING BETTER...
SRAM ME DA PRIZNAM DA SE NADAM, DA DELIM I UZIMAM. SRAM ME JE ŠTO PIŠEM I ŠTO NISAM TU...
There is a storm raging on inside each and every human being. Usually we can suppress our needs to scream and run away, but some days it’s a bit harder. Those days when the rain and thunder get a little heavier, we have no choice, it’s outside of our hands, but to rage on.
Living in a country where it’s perfectly normal to rage on, to carry heavy winds in your heart, I’ve grown accustomed to these feelings. But lately the fall keeps getting deeper. Looking around me, and seeing less and less familiar and dear faces, looking at the people on the street and seeing the storm clearly on their faces, looking at the skies and seeing they are getting grayer and grayer, I can’t help but feel helpless.
Living with the government that decrees that I can’t feel the way I feel, that I can’t act the way I want to act, where every day my basic human rights are violated, I can’t help but wonder, how do other people weather these feelings?
The people are starting to feel the cracks in their masks, and the storm in raging heavier and heavier, and a change is coming, whether for the better or worse remains to be see.
Only the few lucky will testimony our history.
- John O’Callaghan (via wordsthat-speak)