To a very special friend

Give me your hand! Out of their abandon, I'll carry you away with me! There won't be any more pain! There won't be no more hate!
So many people out there and not even a single really matters. What matters the world? What matters what they say? Who really cares?
Out of pain, hate, hopeless thoughts and feelings, we're just like ghosts: they don't notice us. We see the truth through and out of them. We feel their pain. We feel their fear. We taste the poison in their souls.
In the lights of the city, we see loneliness mirrored. I feel like the old and smelly river crossing my city. You're just like the night sky of your own city. Our shadows make no difference. Not now. But when we leave this world behind, when we're finally the stardust, what will mater what they've said?

A tiny waterfall makes it typical sound close to an old house. The woods surrounding it almos hide your place. The woods almost hide you. But your energy is strong: I can feel it! I can follow you anywhere you're going, for the simple reason that I am continuosly seeking you. I am continously following you, no matter how far you're going.
A tiny waterfall... you... an old house in the middle of the woods...
The big city out there. My body. Your body. Two different cities. Two different bodies. Two different souls. And still I am seeking your energy. And still, when walking the dangerous streets at night, I am thinking about you. And there's nothng else mattering.
The never ending cycle of cars and people passing by. The never ending cycle of love, hate, cheating, betrayal, sex, desire.

Close your eyes, my love!
Close your eyes when the wind start blowing!
Close your eyes if you walk close to the sea. Pray at your ver own and special way. Close your eyes and feel your feet in the sand.
Close your eyes, while your cuddling your cats. Close your eyes for a few minutes and feel the book's character to speak to you.
Close your eyes, my love, and feel the night blowing you one last kiss.
Let the moon guide your steps and close your eyes.

Nothing, but stardust...
Remember your words.
Remember about yourself.
Remember about your pride (let no thoughts or people to bring your pride down).
Nothing but stardust...

The waterfall.
The night sky.
The city.
Stardust.

I love you, my friend!
I love you!

Comments

indigojester said…
My little boy, thank you. That's really sweet of you. Maybe we can't always offer comfort to each other, but we at least don't judge. And that's so very important...
I do hope from my heart we'll both find what we're looking for. Life Is strange; sometimes what we're looking for is not at all what we think.
11/13/13, 6:31 PM
Elizabete ღ said…
That is a really beautiful text! I actually enjoy all the "what matters" and "who cares" and "nothing mattering" - I feel really into it today!
Kisses
11/14/13, 11:05 AM
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