They say I am a parasite.
How convenient it must be,
to reduce a life to a single word.
I tried,
day after day,
to be normal —
to wear the worn-out myth of normality
like a garment cut for someone else.
How does one erase half a century of pain?
How do you silence what has taken root
so deeply inside the marrow of your days?
I tried to be happy.
I tried to carry light into this ailing world,
to prove that happiness was still possible,
as if joy were a flag I could raise above the ruins.
I failed.
Pain has not passed.
It does not belong to yesterday.
It lives here,
quiet, constant,
a second heartbeat beneath my own.
I am forever in pain.
They told me yesterday that I am a parasite.
Born as one, they said —
as if the fault were already written in my first breath,
as if my existence itself were a theft.
According to them.
And yet I am only a human being.
Only that.
No more, no less.
Just like them —
or so they claim.
I hope not.
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Przypominam sobie pewne poruszające popołudnie i drobne zdarzenie, niemal banalne, które sprawiło, że długo rozmyślałem nad tym, co nazywa się „znaczeniem chwili”. Znaczenie chwili? Pozwólcie, że parsknę śmiechem. Chwile naszego życia znaczą tyle, co garść popiołu.
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