I saw you. You caught my eye with your ridiculous impatience. I saw you walking nearby. I saw you spinning around trees in oblivion, lost in your thoughts, blind and detached. I stared at you. I have been watching you but you never looked back at me. After a while I wasn’t even trying to hide myself because I understood the mute permission you gave me. So I was there, standing and watching the rarity of your vague existence. It seemed like you needed to grasp everything at one go, do whatever it’s possible at once and at the same time. As if your time was running short and your hourglass was getting empty. You wanted to be everywhere and go nowhere. Your goal was to embrace the wholeness of what one can experience and treat as owned. You had your pockets filled with dreams and plans that would never come true and you carried them with you like an invisible burden. Its heaviness kept you stable on the uneven ground. That’s how it was. The possibilities were endless although the superficialness of yours was striking from each and every action you performed. And we have developed the strangest distant relation, unforgettable and elusive.
You smiled at me. I smiled at you.
We were the same.
You said: “Don’t accompany the crowd as they all follow the wrong directions”. So I did as you said. And what I’m left with now? Meaningless, shallow human relations. Conversations leading nowhere with people whose names I don’t even remember now but I surely know they are over-occupied with their own artificially happy worlds. Has it always been like this? I almost don’t remember the times when things were normal, when words carried true meaning, when people shared emotions. But it was you who taught me to stay away from being too emotional, from getting too attached to words and people because sooner or later I would get hurt. It’s better to keep everything hidden safely rather than walk around with a wound in an open heart.
I saw you, there in the park which I pass by on my way to ordinariness. In helplessness you were on you knees. Your dreams spilled out of your pockets. I saw them lying there amongst the leaves. I saw you there, trying to find them, to pick them up, gather and collect. In panic you wanted to regain your dreams as it was a whole universe enchanted in them. They were you identity. They identified you. Your attempts were pointless and your struggle was meaningless. There came the wind and blew the leaves away. I watched them fly and vanish in thin air. So easily can everything get lost. So absurdly can everything perish. I laughed quietly. I stood there watching you kneel on the withered grass and I laughed at your misery.
You said: “Decaying as I am, I need not some promised land”. You taught me an important rule. One shouldn’t carry dreams irresponsibly. One shouldn’t dare to dream. Aren’t we all going to die alone? Isn’t getting accustomed to solitude the best solution to all human related problems? Trivial, trivial, trivial. One mustn’t dream as it just gives false hopes, something for a lifetime to chase with no guarantee of catching. Dreams are just a serious contamination of common sense. I know I’m failing and it is not within my personal collection of advantages to follow the rules. I do dream. The distance between reality and logic remains unmeasurable.
I saw you hanging from a tree, swinging in all directions as the freezing wind stirred your hair. You found my hideout and you violated my secrecy. I was watching you, directly looking into your motionless eyes. My courage grew as I stood there dressed in patience and appreciation. We were breathing the same air and sharing the same space. But it was you who was wasting both the air and the space. I didn’t want to share any of those. Not with you. I was disappointed by your presence. I was discouraged by your existence. After all you didn’t care. You have never cared about anything except yourself. That was fine for me. I didn’t care either. I have myself to focus on. You passed me your gratitude for my attitude. I passed you my full understanding. We were the same again.
You said: “Tell a lie then intensify all your thoughts of hate to articulate”. So I did as you said. I cheat and I lie on a daily basis. You’ve taught me the survival tricks and the way to stay out of the surrounding evil. I couldn’t resist. I lied. I lied to everybody and about everything that concerned me. I’m a filthy liar. But it feels good. Lies carry an enormous power of creation. Dreaming is lying to ourselves by pretending that our wishes can come true. Lying is creating. There is no such thing as owned identity. We change accordingly to the situation. We put on lies in order to become who we want to be. One shouldn’t ask about personality as it’s an unstable state of one’s mind. We are just silhouettes embroidered with lies with minds impossible to get to know closer. We are all alone in our entangled little universes because of the one obvious fact. The only person you can really talk to, receiving a full understanding in return, is yourself.
I saw you, lost and confused, distracted and distant. You had your palms full of snow and your eyes full of stardust. The warmth of your hands melted the snow, you watched the clear water run down between your fingers. Repeatedly you took a handful of the pure whiteness and followed the drops splash on the ground. I saw the reflection of myself. Fighting for nothing, waiting for you to see through my disguise.
You said: “Empty hearts bleed as the love recedes”. I’ve always had questions on my mind that needed clarification and explanation. How to determine love? How do we weight it, estimate it, measure it or define it? Does it have a price or value? Once I thought love grows in inverse proportion to distance. Oh how right I was. Love recedes regardless of all. You proved that one can’t determine something that does not exist. One can’t define something that is so truly inapprehensible. I will reject all I love. I will defy everything that dazes and blurs my mind, all that makes me weak and prone to mistakes. Love is an unnecessary attachment. Love is a blade we keep directed to each other’s hearts. The closer we get to one another, the stronger the blade pierces our hearts. We unwillingly stab each other as we deepen our commitment. It’s a stupid mutual murder. Is living really about loving? Is loving really about living?
Forgiveness.
We don’t love, we are just scared of being alone.
* I dedicate all this to myself