Michaela Vaľková
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a love only sisters understand
There is a unique kind of connection that only sisters share—silent yet unbreakable, familiar yet ever-changing. It’s a bond forged through years of laughter, tears, and countless moments that no one else can truly understand. How strange it is that sisters share the same life, yet each of us is shaped so differently. It's as if we hatched in the same nest, but in different shells. Fed together, loved by the same parents, facing the same worries and trials. And yet, it's as if we were never meant for each other – eventually flying out of the nest in different directions, building lives of our own and never returning to the same place again. And if we do, then as different people — shaped by experiences and healed wounds that were lived through without a sister by our side.
By Michaela Vaľková8 months ago in Families
cosmic claws of predestination
In the beginning, there was the word beside me. And that word became mess—or rather an organized chaos—that only I can crack open with my fingers, eyes, but mostly with a heart and mind that bathe in the tear-soaked blood of my aching—not just wounded but battered—body.
By Michaela Vaľková8 months ago in Poets
