Alexander Makarov. It's too early to bury us (№ 426679)

It is unbearable to see with all their insides what they, the “others,” do not see. When you are even silent too loud. Sometimes, you meet the same eyes, filled to the brim, you look into them with the hope of being heard, and they wearily close. It's easier. And again running after the ghosts, or from them. Here and there. Year after year. And the abyss is getting bigger. It is scary from the thought that the moment will come when it will no longer be possible to jump over.