In the magic world of feelings..

It's those moments that something touches my feelings. A music, an image, a lyric, a word. And they awaken. Like from an eternal sleep. They stretch their being, as a baby just waking up from the sweetest sleep. And they start to move. And I begin to feel them. I feel their game. They run inside my brain, find the most sensitive parts of my mind, making them alive and start playing hide and seek in my body.

A feeling finds the door of my heart open and hides there. And there I shine of joy. Another one makes a long journey till my feet. And then I dance. A very creative one reaches my fingers. And then I write. I write without stopping. A discreet feeling reaches my eyes and makes me cry.

They invite me to play hide and seek. Slowly walking towards the only path that leads to my world of emotions I'm trying to discover them. I seek and seek. But they hide so well that I don't manage to catch.

Sometimes I can pick up a tear, others a smile, a heartbeat, a dance move. They have the essence of my feelings. It's so simple to recognize and yet so hard to see, to understand, to give them shape.

Other times, they don't feel like playing. They escape my existence and go for a deep sleep in that light blue cloud in the red sky of feeling's magic land.

I walk alone on the magic path, but no matter how hard I yell, I get no responce. And when my feet hurt from walking, I sit on a rock and wish I had the magic wand of a fairy, so that I could wake them up whenever I wanted. To have just that. To need neither the music, nor the images, not the words, in order to feel all that aliveness.

I tiringly close my eyes and fall into a sweet sleep..there..at the end of the magic path. My dream is magical. Full of colours and music. Laughters, smiles, tears, wishes. Suddenly they all leave and all there's left is darkness. It frightens me in the beginning. I want to wake up. But I'm being patient and keep dreaming..and the reward is big. In a while, a shining light pears through the darkness and my dream is filled with shine, light, colours and a thousand wonderful feelings that make me fly with joy..

I wake up. I smile. I understand. I return home. And I wait! I shall feel again!

xoxo
B.

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I bought me an illusion

I gifted myself an image, 

faces trapped in mirrors of people I greedily desired.. 

I gifted myself a memory, 

a night with the radio on and sweat shining on our chests.. 

I gifted myself a love, 

I held her in my hands for a while, I played a little and then she unsashamedly climbed and snicked inside of me.. 

I gifted myself an illusion, 

that loneliness can be beared, that pain got tired, that tomorrow shall not come..

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My small, stupid, romantic soul

We undersold our dreams, our friends, our souls..
What can we do with the friends who betrayed us? What can we do with all those who betray aand hurt just like that, with no reason, with no excuse?
I don't want anymore of those and I don't want all who have been in my life with an expiration date..
I'm not a tin, I don't want tins. I want people real, who mean everything they say and don't undersell relationships special and rare..
People who mean the "i love you"s and know to appreciate the friendship that they offer and receive..
And if they sold us, I now undersell, loves and dreams, eternal friendships and words that fly..
No more fake interest, no more ego and in God's name, no more promises..
Words and hypocricy came and choked me..the glass got full and I got lost in words decorated with ribbons..
In the end, naked truth is all that is left, so much that a human soul cannot bear..
It's the complaint that is drowning me, it's that I lose all those that I've invested soul on and got lies in return..
It's that it took me long to understand and I saw the truth in front of me, shattering..
My small, stupid, romantic soul, that you feared of people and you turned fear into steps to climb and see things clearly and you faced glances that had nothing to tell you anymore..
I wonder, did they ever talk to you or was it everything a creation of your thirsty need?
We've had enough of friends who look only of themselves, we satisfied our thirst showered in wine by everything that had been heard in the name of friendship..
We undersold because circumstances imposed humility and simplicity..
What we got and what we gave, let them go to hell, someone else is gonna come..
We will sell again flourishes and superiority until the river passes and takes evrything with rabid intensity..
A bridge is gonna collapse and the past is gonna shatter..
We will wash in the running water and unwounded we shall move forward and joke ourself that nothing happened and we'll forget deepened in our routine..
We'll drown our truth into barels with the water of oblivion..
What if some people hurt and some get hurt?
For what friendship are you talking to me about?
For what endless nights were you telling me?
For what special people were you saying?
We undersell, the few that we have left, because even they have ended up in pain..
I stick with my mistakes, my "why"s and my memories...

xoxo
B.

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Silent words

I stayed up late last night..Watching the city lights from my bedroom window.. In the end, with the modern life rhythms, the hours we have for ourselves are few.. They may even be just some small, precious moments..
I don't know why, but now that summer's over and autumn is timidly making an appearance, there are times that I feel the imperative need to stay all alone, with only company the melodies and my thoughts..Every melody and a thought..Every thought and a feeling..Every feeling and the knowledge that you're still alive.. Alive in a daily routine that you can't catch. In a daily routine that princes ceased existing and men never have what you seek..
Why can't it be ok that i have the demand of someone understanding and supporting me, just like I want to do? Why can't it be ok that I have the demand of someone listening to the words I'll never tell? How far away from us is PERFECT? Or is it that we just haven't opened our eyes to see it?
How hard do we make our own life? Or is it really hard? Sometimes I think I live behind the world. In a world that men care to search for your soul.. I live in the back world and believe me it is VERY BEAUTIFUL..
Maybe a little lonely and melancholic..just until you find what you're looking for..Until you realise that nothing comes in our life for no reason. That if, even at the most bitter moment you have the courage to breathe, you will have found the way to turn every melodrama of your life into an operrete.
When i was younger, i couldn't understand why i shoul dnot behave badly, offer whenever i could and mostly love with no conditions, no criterias and arrangements.
Now, i have finally found myself. I got of course "screwed" a lot of times, but I've learned that even with my wings broken, I still can fly. Even if they have hurt me..Even if I've been alone sometimes..I have found what had been hiding inside of me. The most chosen essence of my soul..
Now all that is left to receive, is the most beautiful present that can be offered to you. A love with an eternal rhythm, endless like the music and invincible..

xoxo
B.

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