Malenkowicz

Why it can’t be done already?
Why life turns into slow motion always when you want to jump forward?

Drips of sweat
Drops on my forehead
Heavy coat of silence is broken only by gentle waggle of my fan.
You need no heat to get burned
You need to just open mighty gates of your inner hell

And I’ve opened them widely
And I’ve dived deep into my inner hell
My Inner hell that is scorching my skin
My inner hell that takes away joy that I had with every single breath
My inner hell that grows stronger with every meal
My inner hell that I feed carefully with rich diet every single hour

I melt in my own hell
I melt in my inner hell that I put on myself.
I can’t escape and yet I can’t stay in.

How you turn on air-conditioning on your heart?
How you cool down overheated core of your head?
How you transform volcano of thoughts to the meadow of peaceful mind?
How you run away from yourself?
How you reach, when you have no hands to reach to?
How you pull yourself back up from cliff when you have nothing to catch on to?

How you let go, when you’re so close?
How you hold on, when you’re all alone?