My Writings

Checkmate

Artwork: Antonia Avramova

A god is being born. Do not leave me in this small, strange world. I couldn’t make it on my own. I searched my heart for solace and my soul – to take me to where hope is.

We walk together, staring in the unknown ahead. Which mad architect drew the world in 64 black and white squares? Who sculpted the figures? Check – welcome and… mate – farewell!

A king is dying. A brave warrior will strike him down and another will look for his home with a heavy heart, homeless and desolate.

We walk together, but do you walk beside me? Do not leave me in this small, strange world. I have no one else but you.

A god is being born. He lives in you. But when you wake from immortality I will be gone – somewhere out there, in a pile of ash, in the black corner of the board.

Do not leave me in this small, strange world.

Take me with you and in our otherworldly essence we will be reborn

In Love…

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