Rising hopes on waves’ slopes, collecting foam from your dreams, swing along the sea with your ignorant heart, fall into never known land, taste the salt on your lips and make another golden wish. Learn the beat of your soul, mumble your favorite song, gather around you the persons you love. Rethink, repeat from step one.
Moving from one feeling box to another, you can only think how to capture better the sensation you had during that highlight. Performing a surgery on your heart without taking an anesthetic before, it can lead to deep serious depression. To avoid the side effects, we strongly recommend the proximity of a caring lovely person who can relief the stress you have been dealing with lately. We do not take responsibility for scattered strange situation as falling in love or growing attached. We do advise, though, lack of consciousness and purchasing a big pair of scissors to make sure there are no strings attached. In case of emergency, please, contact an ex- boyfriend/ girlfriend who can provide necessary comforting services. By all means, if the symptoms persist, reconsider carefully your behavior and take immediate actions as ceasing offering your heart to deceitful persons.
Once you have tasted from the sweet nectar of happiness, you could never wipe the savour out of your body. The more you get, the more difficult it is to give up, it becomes the perfect drug, and you are being transformed into the humble irrational junkie. To perform the act of dependence, it takes only your ignorance and flying spirit. Whenever you will not receive your small ration, you will fall into deep blackouts. For the outsiders you will just be seen as a regular human carrying along a mediocre existence, touched by common depression moments. It is only you who can make the difference between your own rapture and never ending fight of how to get to this state of mind. But you are conscious of the turning over power of this ecstasy, just like you are aware of the magic inside a glass of frappé on a burning summer day J
You are: building hopes on fluffy dreams spread around by first rays of morning sunlight, selling your purity for the illusion of sunshine on our street, following your heart to defeat the cruel reality of daily existence, leading your spirit to scheme the whims of faith, avoiding sorrow for faking happiness, gambling your spirit to stumble upon wisdom. All of them only to race with your fastest thought. Until when? Until you stop for a moment to gaze at me who I was sheltering the same thought.
Naked is the most appropriate way to show my growing feelings for you. Naked so you could see how my trembling skin is screaming for your touch. Naked so my pores could release the fire that is running through my veins. Naked so you would follow my scent and desire more and more. Naked so you could run your hand through my hair and ask yourself for my flavour. Naked so you could match the colour of my eyes with the colour of my soul. Naked so you could picture your dreams on the map of my bones. Naked so we could find together a breath of redemption.
My thoughts are running naked on the streets in the velvet of night. From time to time, lonely steps on pavement followed by loud laughter hurt the silence. My free heart is as anxious to find you as crazy people breaking out from asylum.
He was trying to avoid the annoying morning alarm. The same persistent alarm announcing an abrupt end to his dreams, howling for a new day filled with the well known routine. But this time, something was different: as much as he wanted to stop the noise, he could not reach for the mobile phone. He felt the impulse running down his spine, going through the muscles and concentrating in his palm, but the effect was just a short spasm as of an agonizing person. He gathered all his senses to prove to himself he was as normal as before.
No matter how hard he was trying to make use of his hands, it was in vain: they just laid there, on the bed, as two big long pieces of cotton. To add more drama to the moment, that bloody alarm had not stopped, penetrating his brain with acute sounds. Blaming the intense training from gym, he thought to hurry up to bathroom and start fresh the day. As he was coordinating his movements to get up, he experienced the same feeling of being extremely aware of his nerves and impulses travelling through his body. The reaction was far from the expected one: his legs stood still on the white sheet. Within one second he could feel a rush of adrenaline hitting his body without any result but a deep, painful headache. As in a horror movie script, he could see himself played by a malicious giant hand, pinned down, forced to face the ceiling. His four limbs were torn apart from body, his head was loaded with burning thoughts, his skin was mixing with the sheet. Punishing his spinning brain, he was clenching to every reasonable explanation for his miserable state. Nothing that was going on with him could rely on a sufficient realistic event. As being released from pressure, he could move his neck towards the mirror on the other wall of room. There, in the mirror, he saw the reflection of sun, sending sharp spears into his eyes. This glance, he had seen it before: last night, in the review mirror of the car. Yes, yes, his memory was back, building a puzzle inside his brain: the fight, the cry, her red lipstick, the car lights coming from behind, the door handle, the wet sidewalk, the run. And his heart, his heart pumping violently into his chest.
Suddenly, he could move his hand. He first touched his chest to assure himself of his beating heart, but there was no heart anymore...
I have begun to search for myself. I do not even know if there is something called ‘myself ‘. Maybe it exists due to a name and a soul. I guess there is myself to be distinguished from them when the sun rises either in the right or left side of happiness. There is a ‘myself’ when I look in the mirror and try to find some traces of self esteem while the dark is covering the room. If I were not already exhausted with all this wandering around for purpose, I would miss myself missing you. If I did not reach a blasé illusion, I would blithely keep track of my thoughts. I have soon learned how to swallow my dreams and throw away the key of my heart. I ripped the curtain of ignorance and opened my eyes in the blinding light of morning. I wrecked down the cage of my soul, set it on fire and watched it burning, vanishing in thick black smoke. Nevertheless, I found my freedom and headed for the never ending journey through the mist of life.
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