lundi 14 mai 2012

Close your eyes


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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