life is a never ending roller coaster going back and forth between happiness and misery. Once you catch a hold of smile, grab it and hide it deep inside your heart, it will never come back. The slope is deceitful and mischievous hands may throw you over the edge. So, fasten your seat belt and dive in. The next station: some bitter-sweet candy store where you can taste ecstasy, or ... sorrow.
We have been wearing these perfect masks for such a long time that we forgot ourselves into the carnival of faith. This charade trapped us inside and robbed our innocence; in return we got the daily uncertainty of thoughts. Will we ever be strong enough to step on our hearts, steady enough to face any hollow disappointment? In the maelstrom of snow flakes, our childish hopes are carried away frantically. Only whispers torn apart from joyful memories are spinning our heads. Lost in the evanescent present, I am bargaining for the sweet flavour of poison.
When you get lost in your wonderland of dreams, when you talk only to the leprecons in your head, when you taste only honey, although everything around you is bitter, when you smile back to your silly thoughts, when you walk hand in hand with your light spirit, when your mind flies to future desires, when you smoke out memories, when you hear the laughter of happy shared moments, when you stretch your arms to reach mine, when you close your eyes to open mine, I know you finally understood my world so that we could live our own fairy tale.
prepare your smile after a heavy rain and spread your arms to let in the warmth of light, find the pure path back to your innocence, hear the rhythm of your beating heart, don’t share your tears with the wind, don’t envy the young lovers walking by, don’t chase lost hopes, don’t hide your beautiful face from strangers, just follow your wishes and shout your right to love
While you slip your hand under the softness of fresh snow, throw your gray clothes made of worries into the blizzard from outside, dress up only with the smile of the beloved ones, offer a part of your orange shaped soul to the dearest one, let yourself wrapped in warm blanket of cinnamon smell and taste the sugar of shared feelings, indulge yourself with the most flavoured raspberry cupcake of peace and follow closely the ginger bread little man looking for the magic wine of joy J
Me: lost in the maelstrom of thoughts, shivering in the blizzard of uncertainty, fighting dragons that threaten my horizon every day, counting the dead leaves found on my path to know how many delusions spread in the night, listening the butterflies in my stomach, crushing the mischievous worm of suspicion that crawls into my heart, extincting bugs scattered through my mind, mixing colours in the cocktail of feelings, holding my dreams close to my soul, afraid one day they will catch wings and leave me empty, asking my hopes whether they are going to shine one day, cherish whatever wind might bring, screaming my despair from time to time to a deaf audience.
You: question mark shaped humanly, mystery wrapped in sweet guilt, cosine and sine, a phase shift between us, just as different as the way our shirts button up.
Cut your ropes that tied you down to the pragmatic present. Heal your wounds and push the play button of the desired life. Throw away your anger, free your mind from black heavy thoughts, keep only those memories of mornings wrapped in coffee flavour. Set your dreams on fast forward and your heart on power saver because there is a long journey ahead. Never take a second turn to the wicked present, follow the invisible arrows of your own path and step into the light of a bright beginning. The world is neither good nor evil, but it is simply the way you plan it.
Cutting blocks of cold air through the velvet black night. Running from puddles of mud as from deformed frightening dragons. Fighting the gray wind which rolls around my hair. Avoiding the violence of million blades pouring from rain. Hiding my face from dark shadows of intrusive strangers on the sidewalk. Counting my heart beats to see how many bridges I have to cross to get to you. Ignoring the evil voices from my head screaming to crawl back. Keeping my eyes wide open to picture the only thought left – the thought of a pure white morning when I know you will be waiting for me home.
Once I tried to reflect myself into your eyes, silly me, I thought I could belong there. Once I reached for your hand thinking I could keep you forever, but wind proved me wrong and carried us apart. That was the time when I also tangled the sound of your foot step with the rain drops on my window sill. Then I followed the crumbled stone ways of your thoughts just to discover I was lost in you. Now I mingle with your blood rushing through veins as you are the unbreakable seal on my heart.