Eye of the Darkness

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  • Brief story of love

    And so O was clearly intwo H
    end
    S

  • Lughnasadh

    “Slavomira,
    I wasn’t asking for anything about you, and yet, YOUR MAIN GUIDE came to me.
    In the middle of a session, while I was connected to my own questions, he came to me with a strength I had never felt before.
    It was not a simple visit. It was a spiritual emergency.
    He delivered a powerful message, a clear call.Because there is something you need to hear before August 6th…”

    Your Jenna
     
    Eye scanned the email, discarding it, just like all the others from my friendly “astrologist”- click the link, pay the money and “I’ll helpya”. 
    The number though somehow still rang the bell, and so eye hit the Google, expecting to see the date of August’s foolish moon, coming up with “an error” of three days.
    Smile slowly melted away, perceiving nothing but the numbers deeply known to me, whispering 123.
    Leading the fingers to another Google search, and then connecting the dots in my usual insane way-
    Yes, it was only yesterday when eye had finally a free afternoon, leaving gigantic sunflowers of Vera’s garden for the first cornfield of this year, winking at the train-tracks attracting the people expecting the trains, chasing there a scent, that of a scorching summer in cool blackberries.
    Cut
    Morning picture of Emma’s new yellow tracksuits, refusing to leave my mind.
    Cut
    Tarot reader “confessing” of not liking her very own “strong orange” shadow, which she happened to be wearing, screaming “liar” in my mind that night.
    Cut
    No Italy was not burnt this year, unlike the previous ones. Anywhere my eye anchored, it got swallowed by the luscious greenery.
    Cut 
    The place, where I was usually staying was taken, hence I was looking at the 6 swallows and their two core shadows, instead of my usual heart tearing quintet of seagulls. Thinking about nothing, but 6
     
    Eye woke to the storm the next day.
    Later on eye met sunflowers again, embellishing a trashed tray, lighting up the choking dust of one Italian parking lot, preceding the way to the playground, neighbouring but another field of true corn giants.
    Cut
    -Ok, your name is Filippo, and my proper name is Slavomira. Slavo mira. Try.
    Two soft hazelnuts of one, nearly two, looked at me with all due respect.
    -Fiyi minna.
    -Filo🙄 Slavomira. Sla vo mi ra.
    -Sawka minna.
    -I’m Minna?
    -Yem!
    Cut
    Searching for children’s songs on YT that afternoon, YT kept on offering me the video of Mira’s wedding song (where she stops the artificial pull of one liar, and calls out for her dragon). Awaiting the storm.
    Cut
    In the evening eye remembered it’s the last day to send flowers to my mum, getting lost in the avalanche of virtual sunflower bouquets. Yes, it was simply the season…
    of the harvest…of that one had managed to sow…celebrated by those, who “worshipped the spirit”… blooming in yellow, orange, soft greens and a sacrifice…
     
    You see, once eye paused and paid attention, the highest guide was no one but me. Unable to unsee what was to come- the long time awaited “apology” from someone, who believed in his righteously deserved harvest🤷‍♀️
     
    P.S. as I typed the last emoji instead of a full stop, the bells of Santa Anna gave birth to the Midnite🖤 

  • True light

    doesn’t look for light
    It is the Darkness believing in its own luminosity
    Which keeps searching
    Asking
    Praying to the Light
    Believing in Life
    Unaware
     
    Of merging
    🖤

  • They say

    Truth is nasty and evil
    The truth is they’re selfish thoughts
    THE TRUTH  IS THE WAR IS CRIME
    The truth is that building fences is moving the pawns

  • 20th July 2019

    A day just like any other
    The sun sailed through the clouds
    Knocking on the mirror
    Reflecting 
    Me
    Exactly the same as five years ago
    Plus a handful of wrinkles 
    Few white hair
    And yet
    Minus 
    My presence
     
    For a question 
    “How long does it take to completely delete someone you love?”
    Finally met its answer
    2 years 10 months and 20 days.

  • Blueshift

     
    The sun was setting
    And as I looked up
    Towards the hills
    There was a giant dead painting of a ring 
    Of people
    Sitting by a campfire 
    Theorising about life
    Here and there a spark
    Of a soft laughter
    Within the protective embrace of golden fire
     
    I touched that serene scene 
    I touched it with a lightest stroke of truest blue 
    Resting always in one’s arched back
    Coiled in the ends of their hair
    Buzzing silently in their fingertips
    Then I painted blue all over
    Colours didn’t seem to mind much
    They just grew 
    Hesitantly 
    Paler
     
    The warmth of light was gone
    So was the genuineness 
    Of their smiles
    Followed by the depth 
    Nesting in
    Contrasts
    For I kept adding 
    Layer upon layer
    Of that gorgeous hue
    Till it met its birth
     
    That’s when I started to dream in negative
    Marvelling 
    At the beauty 
     
    Of light and its shadows

  • Ladybug

     
    You see, he knew her
    For over 12 years
    Most of the time complaining 
    Of nothing
    But her bird droppings
    Not noticing the Lady herself
     
    And so she finally spread her wings
    Yep, all four of them
     
    Didn’t I tell you
    She was the Fairy

  • “Lie to me”

    She asked

    And they spun the multiverses of tales
    Dying one by one

    Except for Him

    He said
    -I love you-

    She smiled
    -And now, tell me the truth-

    -I love you-
    He repeated

    -The question is…-
    She paused

    -…irrelevant. The answer is I love you- 
    He completed

    Her
    🖤

  • Spirit dancers

    Once

    There were Two

    Bodies

    Submerged In Love

     

    Her

    Being led by Earth Angel

    Whispering

    “You wished for love and peace.

    Here’s your divine counterpart”

     

    Him

    Being misled by Demon

    Muttering

    “You wished for a curse to be lifted.

    Here’s your Divine if you play it smart”

     

    “Vy dobrého jste srdce,

    a s Vámi bude šťastna každá žena.

    Let’s cut those strings”

    She said

     

    And so he did

    Let go

     

    Of Her heart

  • A geometric pattern

    “There seems to be a geometric pattern in nature around you, following you, whispering to you, calling you..
    Don’t look for the confirmation in purposefully manmade, because that’s a part of the illusion cast upon you by the delusional…”
     
    Nowhere in London was there a place literally bursting with life like its cemeteries. Nor a place with so many satisfied clients…🤷‍♀️