music: Ryuichi Sakamoto — Solitude
I take the needle, quiet and precise,
To stitch the frayed illusions of my youth.
I pay the world its necessary price,
And weave a stunning fiction from the truth.
I paint the distant cities on the glass,
The gentle conversations, calm and deep.
I watch the carefully constructed hours pass,
And tuck the screaming monsters into sleep.
The canvas comes alive in vibrant hues,
With summer plans and tickets on the train.
I softly brush away the darkest blues,
And paint a quiet grace across the pain.
No sudden tears, no trembling in the hand,
The gallery is flawlessly aligned.
I execute exactly what I planned,
And leave the heavy emptiness behind.
I drop the brush. The final hue is cast,
With nothing left to conquer or forgive.
I’ve built my flawless paradise at last...
It’s just a pity I don't want to live.
06-21-2026
Ars inveniendi English version
© Copyright: Владислава Атрохова, 2026
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