RECITE
I will begin to paint roses and chamomiles, on the earth and in the sky. I will begin again to speak with God, with whom I've been so angry. I will begin to look again at the sun to warm my soul, my body, and my thoughts.
I will begin to paint roses and chamomiles, on the earth and in the sky. I will begin again to speak with God, with whom I've been so angry. I will begin to look again at the sun to warm my soul, my body, and my thoughts.
I saw God in your eyes. But you were just my humble man. You confess that you are afraid, but I'm not. Do you remember, when you first loved me? You told me that you have no veins left to cut. That you can no longer laugh. We did not know each other well then, but I became furious. I shouted at you. You were scared and were lost for a while. But then our souls could not bear to be separated for long.
Remember! Life Is Loss(you said) + Life Is Gain(I said) = Life Is Pleasure.
I am not a God, although you made me feel so... He can be both inside and outside us, everywhere without even us realizing it. But we, my sweetie, we're humans... We want to see each other, to greet each other, to give lots of kisses, to give big hugs, to enjoy ourselves in order to survive... I promise you to be prepared, to wear the best dress to my soul, and to come to offer you this of which I've deprived you, that I owe you, even if you do not accept it anymore. I've tried before...A lot. I succeeded in nothing! I do not want to feel that I did not do anything I could for us.
Our love stole honesty from literature. We both have the skill to work wonderfully by writing words. To relieve our feelings on a sheet of paper. Poetry speaks through symbols and pictures to us, absolves us from the pain of any physical sensation, and allows us the luxury of silence... Long silence... Every time the storm of external forces is fighting us increasing the entropy, our internal forces undertake to bring the balance...
Silence... Deafness... Non-doing... Equanimity...
A start in a new game of power between the real and the imaginary world of our love. We learned many words and they stole our game... Look at our children playing, the blue-eyed ones and the slit-eyed ones playing without words and ever winners... While we are always looking for storms and tempests to enjoy a little piece of serenity whenever it comes. It comes back and stays for a while until we start again to look for new storms!
We are two people who paint our image through our imagination. It will be too late for us if we let the imagination beat us. It is very simple to admit the truth. To keep ourselves hand in hand so we overtake the carnage, which wants to come.
We never suffered being together. No need to hurt anyone. Only to give joy to everyone. Let the two of us live moments of eternity again because we would finally close the parentheses in this story... Anything between us would be paradise, enough that we know we will be together again.
I write to you and to me directly to our souls, which are joined together and I know you can hear me even though I never send this message... Your wind will always spruce up my sand beaches and my sun will always paint colorful your flowers. Everyone, we still step on mother Earth to go somewhere or to be buried. Chamomiles are springing in the paths even through small cracks in the asphalt. The sparrows gather together and talk just like people do in front of the park's benches.
Hey! We should be together in front of the eyes of the world! My words are complementary to yours!
I leave the door open for both of us. Have your time! If we do not succeed to put ourselves together...
Then I will help my bright soul to illuminate the world and me to start writing for the light of my heart alone! Because I'm deprived of my heart for so long, my soul, and we miss each other so much. My transformation will be done with great security and respect for our existence.
Stay strong, therefore, and let me support you... I leave you a lot of room open although not infinite. My crystal soul has crashed into thousand pieces. Each of them reflects your eyes and makes me so dizzy.
I'm exhausted.
I want to start picking up the pieces of my soul, to join them with understanding and love, so I can feed those, who still want me to feed them from there on...
(c)Chryssa Velissariou2013
