Sebastian Karti Jakubiec: Nie czas umierać

Ref. If the blocks could talk, you would hear a story worth tears thousands of hours from life people birth childhood adulthood and death
1. Christmas morning outside the window it is snowing from the candle, the glow is leaving a shadow on the wall a song from the radio will bring you to tears I think you really would like it to be just a dream he is already pouring another day drinks another day and if not 500 plus children would not have what to eat in your soul you think that he would go away you pray that he would probably go away but you do not have how and where he comes back drunk and tears your hair pushes the child into the corner who is crying to the sky voices throwing plates at him and picking up a knife now he feels fear like the greatest coward the silence is broken by a scream I killed him oh God luckily it's just a strong scratch with a knife you run barefoot into the cage, but you can hear footsteps anyway, it's only from the stories that the blocks wrote
2.It is five in the morning, thoughts want to smash your head, another day passes when she does not say a word, her phone is silent, but you, like a fool, try to convince yourself that everything will be great, you start the computer again and browse the Facebook spam Messenger-and you write I love her on the e-mail, although she was not beautiful it breaks your heart you unaware that she died there in the ambulance then there at the bend in this black beem she went to the headlamp with a sports heart God stopped her heart and took her to himself maybe this is the reason that I am not writing to you anymore a friend calls you and says what happened a moment of horror as if time stopped you often remember her smell and curly curls is another story that was written by blocks