apparition

 

It was almost midnight when a snowstorm hit the village. Every living creature took shelter; animals in their grottoes, humans in their dwellings.

 All… except for her.

There she is sitting on a bench, cigarette between her purplish fingers, eyes closed, trembling, breathing into frozen air as if it were her first time taking breath, or maybe her last… The snow is covering her figure as a mother’s womb covers a child…

“Are you trying to kill yourself lady?”

 She opens her eyes, no one’s there. The stranger must be behind her. She doesn’t move one muscle or respond, closes her eyes again, thinking it must be an auditory hallucination caused by the severe cold.

“Lady. You alright?”, he utters as he places his hand on her shoulder.

Her body finally reacts, her soul awakens. Eyes wide open, she swiftly stands up and turns around. She’s not dreaming. His touch was real, so was his voice, and now his strangely angelic presence facing her quivering body. She wants to say “I’m fine” but the words never leave her mouth. Instead she’s just standing there staring at him, amazed. They are both somehow entranced, looking one another in the eye, eyes that seem to have found home….

 Minutes of infinity later she asks:

“are you God or man?”

He says:

 “for you I’ll be both”.

 

the end

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as you are

But I don’t want to be normal.. even if I can be. Whatever I keep losing by being different is no loss.

Take me as I am or walk out the door. 

Free yourself and others by speaking your heart, but more essentially by “being” your heart.

Whatever you’ll express and be will either draw solid walls or break them.  

We’re not all meant to click together, smell the same odors, feel the rareness of magic. 

Do not fear rejection, fear the mask.

Searching for the cure to your wounded soul? Climax on being who you are. 

january thoughts

Maybe it is true I am just a lie.

But hearing that doesn’t make me cry.

Because what if nothing is real? What if existence feeds on its illusive nature?

Sometimes words write themselves down like the heartbeats in our shattered hearts.

Don’t ask me who I am. I am far from knowing the answer to that myself.

All I know is that I love dreams.

I love white and purity.

I love love.

I feel everything so deeply.

I … was born to be free.

Facing peculiar paths, I wonder how I always knew they were mine to take…

Tombée du ciel

The little girl got to the garden… It was too clean and clear, not even one sign of color or flowers or anything alive… Just plain green all over the space… Nothing but grass, sleeping grass… But she felt that there was something there that was worth finding… She just couldn’t see it… She kept wandering in the garden all day long in vain… till she got so tired that she fell asleep on the grass.She had a dream… In her dream she sees a shadow. The beautifully shaped shadow smiles at her, yet the second it almost touches her hand she wakes up. Only to realize that it’s dark now… and surprisingly, it is always in the dark that we find what we look for… She saw that there was a light coming out of somewhere in the garden… She thought “could my instinct be right after all?” The terror of the darkness was so suspenseful that she couldn’t wait to reach the light… What is it and where is it coming from? The closer she got to the source the more blind she became…

Closer and closer, there it was, right there: a fallen star.

 

one pearl away

Her belly.
She was staring at her belly.
What’s in there? She wondered.
A little angel or some fierce desire?
Oh. Wine. 
Where was she anyway? 
Next to whom? All alone?
Ah there he is. That man she had shared a bed with the night before.
The moonlight steals a light from her soul, making its appearance.
As the young man approaches, she wonders if he is hers.
“Sweetheart what’s wrong?”
She keeps staring at him, as if he were merely a silhouette, or a visiting spirit.
“Honey, please say something.”
And yet all she could do is look into his eyes, searching for something she cannot quite find.
He sits on the bed next to her, tears climbing up his eyes, seeking release. 
What can he possibly do? He thought and thought. No clue.
She is still staring at him in the most violent way there is.
“My love, come back. Come back to me.” 
She’s thinking about the day they met, the moment this stranger pierced her life and left a mark untraceable and yet untamable.
Something, somewhere, sometime, was immensely engraved in her heart, images of this man chaotically plugged into one vein, the only vein that is left of life’s memory.
Hopeless, he decides to close his eyes for just a minute, desperate to grasp the key he needed tonight to get his woman back. 
A shiver from down his spine up his throat utters: 
“My Pearl.”
She swiftly smiles, taking her eyes off his, sheltering them in her palms, exhaustedly relieved; then says: 
“Paul… It’s you…” She had to start crying otherwise the world would end.
He grabbed her hands, his face finally lit alive, and kissed them both passionately.
“Your words can heal a whole world’s drunkenness.” She murmurs into his neck. “Your eyes unveil the universe’s hunger for love”
“Our love.” He interrupts.
Words float out of her mouth, “Now hold me. Hold me before the sun goes up again and all that matters drowns within life’s ills. Forever is now. Forever is us.”
He glances at the moonlight, doubting that the piece it had taken from her soul really was a loss after all… 

Fil Doré

Pure rounded gold.

A golden ring…

“What is this?”

“It’s a gift”

“Gift from who?”

“Me”

“You?”

“Yes, You.”

“Okay I’m confused.”

“How come? This isn’t obvious?”

“Actually not at all.”

“Good.”

“What do you mean good?!”

“I’m glad it’s not obvious.”

“Why? Would you tell me what this is about? Don’t test my patience.”

“Fine. This is about me.”

“You?”

“Yes, You.”

“You are willing to drive me crazy 24 7 for the rest of your life aren’t you?”

“Yes I am, because I am you and you are me…”

“You are one strange man…”

“So?”

“Yes.”

He smiles genuinely, grabs the ring, and throws it out the window right into the vast sea…

She stares at him, appalled.

“Did you just throw the ring?”

“I did.”

“Aren’t you supposed to give it to me?”

“Who says?”

“Umm I don’t know, normality maybe?”

He laughs… She blushes…

“I just confided to the seas the dear secret that you are my soul-mate forever, and that not even a ring this costly matters to prove it… I will keep throwing them away to the whole universe as long as I’m alive, in this life or in another… Maybe one day the sea would become golden… Centuries and centuries later, having bought you one in each life, the seas would be full of our irrational, complete love…”

“You’re a freak.” She couldn’t help her grin…

“I…”

“I love you too.”

“Would you kiss me now?”

“No… I want to hold you first, just to make sure this isn’t a dream…”

“Actually, it is.”

The End