“We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
My second post in a row, which is sad and I am not sure how to deal with it. I want to be there for people, I want to be a good friend and share the most kindest part of me with someone i know or someone I don’t.
I am separated by three and a half years of unknowness and the ocean with my friend, who was never close to me as nobody ever was really. But it doesn’t matter since all i want is to give her a hug, the one intangible spiritual discover of magic to let her know that I was there a month ago in the same pit and honestly, I am not the same since then. But she might never know, never realize or care. That’s just how things flow with me and I can’t or don’t know how to help it.
For the cure of it, i disappear. I sleep away on the rocking cloud of serenity, conscious peace and desire. I fancy the wildest dreams alive somewhere out there, where I don’t exist. I hope, prey and beg, that the world of kindness exist and one day will cuddle me gently. To get there I experience the most. I watch frames, I read sentences, I write paragraphs, i shoot dreams and this is all I am made of. I love and admire with all my heart to never let go that little angel of happiness. So, now you know, that when I walk throw the blizzard or sleeting snow, when I fear, when I cry or fall apart, I crave too. I crave to get out and dance, making best shots I can and let it pour…