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| photo and text: Athanasia Kanellopoulou |
I want to pray with my own words
To forget who I was
Who I became
I come and I go away so suddenly
Only my voice is left to hear
In moments like this one, I feel lost
And then again I catch myself at the edge of an end
I often speak about myself
For hands that hide my face
Veins reflected on my white skin
My breath, finishing before yours is taken in
I haven’t been born yet
It only takes me to close my eyes, and I become a trace again
A trace without shape
Stuck deep inside my womb
In the place where I feel, I only truly exist
You only need to be hanged in order to live
To bend in order to see
To face the white
I open my eyes
For the light to be caught
and rupture all my corners
To return on the raft of my adolescent dreams
when everything seemed easy
I float upon thick clouds
I only need to open my eyes and I become you again
The whole world
In a little breath
