I decided to sit for meditation rather than to sleep. As I closed my eyes... I felt peace knocking swiftly the door of my heart. I was with myself. And I felt it too strongly. I saw a vision... of green meadows and leafless trees... I felt a chill wind on my body too ... but while feeling all this my mind had not stopped thinking over it... over every problem which had pierced my heart. And slowly the present source of sadness took me to my past mistakes. Every present infliction had its root somewhere in the past. It is a depressing fact but not so much when I looked at its other part -my future happiness in this way is in my hand. And at this moment I saw a rose and breathed its fragrance.
Red-green-yellow. Lights. Lights off. Silence. The night and owl stories. Lust. Loneliness. He called up. Late in the night and remained silent until he could sleep. She listened to his silence and the monster who wanted to drink blood, not rain. He was not in love. He was honest enough to tell her. She was happy to read him, blindly. The script was being written. She read many... many more.... At times, she prayed to be saved. At times, she got tangled. Then he held her hand, showed her love... She searched for keys. Hastily. Gasping. Pressing. Backspace. DEL. Esc.
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