the song of the female
A reed that thinks too much


From lacking inescapable It’s like a disease

What an unheard-of burden, what unfinished business

And what exactly do I lack How do we talk maybe To

regret because of the astrological whirlwind and the fact I can’t let go

the trauma of my little self and the fact that you skillfully keep your extremes in check

and the fact that I can’t in being Deprived of everything comforting, stuck,

a true criminal, And the greatest wisdom is, they say, don’t struggle with Amor fati – 

so while you are losing, you are actually gaining, And what if the losers are simply

those who don’t manage to bring fate to their mill And first of all, how are you

AuthorBjanka Alajbegović
2023-03-17T05:02:55+00:00 March 12th, 2023|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 149|Comments Off on Selection