April 2020 – Kitty Michelle's Universe

The guy sitting next to her, by sea asked
“How much do You care for me ?”

In love, thoughtful, she smiled, played with her hair and looking at him she finally answered

“I … I don’t know, but … but I feel like I am a child when with You, we play and time has no meaning, like we are each other’s forever game”.

Answering like this out of her soul, looking at the water, without really thinking too much, letting her heart speak.

He was surprised, feeling almost offended by the words, and said:
“So is this how much you care for me ? “

An old man sitting nearby smiled and giggled.
The boy turned to him and in a loud voice”

“And You – why do you laugh ? You are an experienced man, do you think this what love is supposed to be ? How a woman is supposed to love?”

Saying it loud almost wanting to make her feel ashamed

The man looked at him, bold and angry, then turned his face to her, and then he thus spoke:

“Oh, you. Have you ever tried to take away a game from a playing child?
My Dear friend have you ever tried to detach someone from his entire world ?
A child that plays is not playing with the game her soul IS the game, it becomes her entire world; there is no inside, no outside, no thoughts about breathing, eating, about being tired or sleepy, this is how important it is.”

“Are you sure You don’t want something so pure, are You sure you can be worth her? Are you sure she can be as much as you are for her, of her being THAT much for you ?”

The man was not even finished speaking before the boy started having tears in his eyes, such a fool he was.

I will turn You into the blue of Oceans and Seas,
filled with light from Suns, Moon and Stars.

I will then turn myself into the sky vault,
smiling at the little lights,
the way you want.

Up in there You will always find me,
watching at You,
waiting for You.

The evening is mild, yet cold
a man, under the street light,
whistles at the sound of a tune
it is an old song,
a tune that seems to come
from a distant time.

We do not even know why, but we stop,
our every thought slowly fades,
the ones we thought we couldn’t delay
the ones that seemed so important.

We stop,
we do pretend we are waiting for someone,
we smile at ourselves, so silly, but we stop.
Not a word, we do smile, stare, and listen.
We stand there and we watch the man:
a silhouette, his whistling,
it flies us in a distant world.

Breathing, inhaling, we feel small
there is a tear wanting to wet our eyes.
We do feel small, very small
small like those tears, reflecting the city lights.
We do feel that small
and it makes us feel like giants.

His music fades,
a girl approaches the man.
The young man stops whistling,
he stops singing, he smiles.

He takes her hand,
not a word,
but a smile and a kiss.
Like voyeurs we see them,
walking away, together.

We stay there, for a little while,
no words are needed.
We watch the pillar
the place where the man was.

We take our hands to each other’s eyes
and we caress the surfaced tears.

A smile, arise on both you and me
it draws on you like fresh brushes of life

We take each others tear on each others lips,
And we know the evening will be perfect.

In hard times we learn. There are things we can learn.
In hard times comes out the best and worst, it pops out.
In hard times we must do what’s best what will bring us to better times. There’s no other way. It is the easiest of the lessons, the most logic.

We should do what makes us grow, not what stops it. We should pursue what makes us stronger, more than ever we should.
We should not indulge in what will not allow growing paralysed by apparent needs, that prevents us to reach for more.

In hard times I ask myself.
Am I doing what leads to growth ?
Is there something I should sacrifice?
Is there Something I can do better, something I should give up, to achieve greater goodness?
If I want things to go on and to be better, if that is my goal, if in the end I know that the reward will be something greater, then I should do all it needs. Giving up what needs to be released and hold more to what’s needed to achieve that.

This is true at all levels.
That is true about giving up little freedoms like a run, and finding a different solution, in the time of the pendemic.
This is true about something left something unsaid, and we can do that call, or apologize, because it was a nonsense.
This is true at work, where we can leave someone else take our merit, because it will lead nowhere, and that way we can complete a project.
This is true in the public and in the deepest private.
If we believe into something bigger being possible, then we should.

If we truly believe there is greatness, then we should.
The world is beautiful and each of us can contribute.

Hard times teaches this
(but yes, FUCK hard times we are soulful humans, we can smile ).

Month: April 2020

The Meaning

I Will

A Lamp, A Pillar, An Evening

In Hard Times