The depth of a person’s self-pity is so untouchable that it turns into the shallowness by a mere touch. Because a loving person is aware that only the pain of another can hurt them🖤
-Boo,- I breathed out softly into the ear of little Adrian, climbing clumsily out of the fridge. His frightened eyes froze completely (whether it was the activity of the cooling machine, or that of a fear, eye couldn’t tell), melting in the passing seconds back to life.
-Slavka,- gasped Lotus, her breath evaporating as a hollow scream. -I saw you, and I really got scared.
-Pleased to see you too…
-You don’t understand. I’m used to you now, and when I don’t see you, I don’t get scared…
-I understood the meaning of that sentence straight away, there’s no need to dissect it, hun….
And so little by little Step by step The military systems of European countries Got replaced By AMERICAN PRODUCTS
Meanwhile In silence Tcells of human immune system Were getting replaced too By American products 💉
No, people still didn’t comprehend The fate of Ukraine was to be the fate of Europe And the fate of Europe was to mirror the fate of human body PROTECTED BY AMERICAN PRODUCTS💉🖤
…and then, she was simply gone. The bluebells of her laughter returned back to nothingness, without a word. Not a tear was left, just a tear. Not a sigh was left, just a lack of air. Listening to people passing by, looking at the clouds waving bye, everything seemed just like any other day. Unchanged. And yet. All those hearts so alive yesterday, now ruptured…
“Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know-because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.” -F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned
-Sweeter,- echoed her nonexistent smile. -Only for fools, who never truly touched anything, imprisoned within their sterile worlds of the fake wish. Eye, eye spent half of my life surrounded by caterpillars. The creatures unbalanced, shy, softy soft, of iridescent colours, clumsily tumbling over, chasing their balance, their shadows, their echoes, till one day without building a cocoon, they simply spread their wings to wave goodbye…
…fascinated, I studied her mouth, constantly giving new and new forms to the stream of sound, raising out of her throat, creating cascading rivers, morphing into almighty deafening waterfalls, seemingly living a life of their own, never tiring, never stoping. Weirdly enough, it made me think of a perpetuum mobile, which I never imagined with such clarity, of such intensity and yet, so fragile. Then her gaze wandered to my feet. -Those shoes…you’re wearing…OMG!! I’m speechless! Why… they are gorgeous! Love them!! Where did you get them? My fingers caressed the smooth skin of lilac heels, resting peacefully on my feet, tenderly, with a touch as light as lover’s breath. -Got them delivered. The left one came last year. The right one this February… -What the…. You’re really loosing it, hun.- her eyes darkened, sinking in the mist of suspicion. -Why would you buy one shoe a year?! Not to mention the obvious…- -I’m not loosing anything, for I didn’t buy anything. This whole time I thought they were from my hacker, you know, one of his impractical jokes…Turned out to be a gift from VA. Rather electric in its nature, wouldn’t you say? -Does he know…-, the light embarrassment bloomed on her face, -he knows that…you can’t, erm … that you’re… you’re paralysed… right…- -Yes, he does. -And isn’t he… Well, is he not the one who got you in that wheelchair at the first place? -Nope. That’s what people think. He just happened to be there. When I landed. Could be anyone, really. -Still, I don’t get it. What did he send them for? He knows you can’t dance anymore. -According to him, he sent them to make me happy. The waterfalls calmed down. Even the giddy droplets ceased. And from that stillness shined a blushing beauty of silence. Followed by a blue petal of a smile…
Lived once one normal one. Looking at the hot cross bun only in her memories, since her naked eye simply couldn’t bear its brightness, its heat, its refusingtodie EG🙄 Where, for years, she tried to reason with the hun, the unquestionable, the undeniable truth of the existence – -You see me, love… -Sure I do -And the same way eye can see you, too -Nope! Correction! You’re nothing but my reflection!! There’s no need for you, or anybody else, I’m the one that CAN do, willing to save the world from the war, cold or hell, with my mighty sword, that of belief,- said the lord Number One, heating up, knowing its powers, unaware of the true existence of love, this devoted lover. And so she finally understood her old dreams, resting in peace deep underground, in the core of her extraordinarily ordinary mind, projecting nothing……. but his back. Yes, light he was and always will be. Unable to read his very own hole, lost in the crazy mightiness of his very own sole, ignoring the number of feet of an ordinary human 🤷♀️ And so she stopped. Since the altruistic mightiness didn’t need anyone. Just the followers, the copycats, the wannabees. One would only wonder at that point, who in such a world was creating all that war, hatred, cruelty, in one breath- the unnecessary death. And so the story of zero light never happened, leaving baba Vanga truly blind, never touching her lost sight. -Zero light? You mean darkness, right?🙄 -No, I said ZERO LIGHT, fracking zeroes everywhere -If the complete darkness grows in the footprint of light, nothing remains! -No. On the contrary. At such times ordinary human becomes blind to their ever present dark, able to perceive the fracking light. Said Stephen. -King?? -Other. Stephen. Other. King…
Eye of the Darkness 