When the sun chased the rain away

I love my country’s sun because it casts away gloomy thoughts and saves me from cloudy dreams and melodies. The sun warms up my pieces and makes my heart smile. Behind its warmth and shininess, lies this miserable fog that I keep most of the days away. Yet this paradox occurs and it feels like it always has done.

I long these far away trips, that end up in countries, dark and cold. I find comfort in relapse and at first, I enjoy it so much that I forget why I liked the sun in the first place. But suddenly when I realise what they’re drawing on the surface, I always rush to book my ticket back home. And I usually manage to be on time for my departure. And every single time, I watch out of the window as the plane is taking off. I wave goodbye to the coldness but I feel so broken hearted because I already know that I’ll miss it so much and I’ll regret my decision to go back.

Some people decide. Others let life decide for them. Some sleep on the ground, other find uncomfort in their comfortable beds. So here’s to you, my shiny blue sea and here’s to you my wonderful fog. I might see you again, but I’m not sure where I’d choose to stay.

 

Arrival of the birds..

We’ve woken up as two birds. Neither he nor I ever understood how this metamorphosis happened or even where it took place. We just slept, one warm body crawled inside the other one, and it seemed like an eternity passed and we woke up when the sun was rising. Only to find wings where once our hands were twisted together. Can it be that we’ve woken up in a dream within a dream?

This flesh, once covered in skin, now is covered in feathers. You, in black and me in white, creating a perfect balance in nature. The male and the female body disappeared and this imaginary transformation doomed us in a great hell and also in the same heaven where once Adam and Eve reigned among all creatures.

Our hearts still warm on the inside, our smiles still frigid cold on the outside. Seems like nothing has changed. But our hands disappeared and now we cannot touch each other’s bodies. I long now for what it has been lost. I long for everything that was stolen. I stay silent. I open my wings, only to unfold the new version of my self. And I fly away..

We are two birds. Doomed, always to fly away.. For eternity.