Thrown away by thousands of cyclones,
crushed by flying houses on fire, all that to arise from a forgotten box of
ashes, with big wings and a golden heart. That was exactly how he felt that
morning, the sour taste in his mouth, still wearing the clothes from last
night. Feeling like he had the power to stop time, the seconds he spent in his
bed were like centuries long gone, when soldiers used to fight with wooden
sticks and dragons were full of bright colours and dare to step away from
people’s mind to be real. When action was a simple button ready to be pushed.
Still in bed he managed to reach his
computer and put some music to play. Now there was melody in his room, harmony
in his mind. That music was their bond, compensating all life they had lived apart
from each other, connecting coincidences and indicating a long list of fears.
But they were at home now, finally at their home, and that music was telling
them exactly that, “don’t be afraid, you finally arrived at your own place,
close your eyes and be yourself, here’s your sanctuary, you are both a god and
a goddess here, accept these flowers and let them be the colour of your eyes”.
It has to be said that he hadn’t a
lot of answers, he wasn’t sure of many things, sure enough though about what
his heart was telling him, his confused, crazy heart, with plenty of courage,
but yet capable of being a big child, a scary animal. At the same time, irony
applies here, he knew deep in his soul that that courage could be one day his
biggest weakness, and like an exploding new star take him back to reality. When
suddenly another question would be made and reality will appear as being as
confusing as our dreams and our hearts.
And then he would cover her body
with the soft (and somewhat hesitant) touch of his fingers, fill the rooms with
their laughs, with their music, the music they secretly have been listened for
ages, room covered with her stuff, ready to be left behind, her most important
things already waiting by the door. Both being ready to live all that a new life
can offer, ready to cry and to laugh, to kiss and to be kissed, the be embraced
during the hard moments, to share, to learn, to discover, to jump into each
other arms. Ready to be sad and to make funny dances, to talk about serious things and to
be the most stupid clown on earth.
“Be with me today”, and let today be
tomorrow, potentially, wholeheartedly.
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