The blind and the mute

I was walking down the street and it was a quiet night. It was raining heavily and people were hiding inside their homes while I took a walk enjoying the hope in rain and that was when I met it.

I saw a body made of colourful lights … A creature came out of this beautiful odd … Spaceship? I don’t know … He looked at me with amusement like I was something weird. His eyes were black and the pupils were light balls. It was like faith stored in a heart of a believer! I offered him a cigarette, I shoved it between his virgin lips like a rapist.

We sat on grass enjoying smoke and I watched this new friend’s reaction to my new brand of cigarette. I thought of absurd commercials where I can show off to people that even Aliens enjoy my brand and I laughed at the thought of it.

I’m an alien myself … I have never felt accepted and I don’t have anyone to talk to. Maybe god has finally given me what I deserve … A creature that is unique enough to understand me. My prayers have been answered at last!

How can I break the silence? I don’t know how to communicate with him … Would he stay? Will I go? … Enough! So I grabbed him by his arm and took him home like an adopted pet. He said nothing but he was smiling … This was a good sign to me.

I treated him like a model, we made a fashion show of our own. I dressed him up in Balmain’s suits, in casuals, in strange shoes and we had endless attempts of finding suitable scarfs … We have to cover this silky thick hair that almost looks like a river in motion. This hat looks perfect! Oh, these eyes are beautiful but we need to hide them too from the monsters.

Now, I sat him next to the fireplace and I offered him a glass of wine and I played Mozart and he enjoyed himself to the extreme measure, I could tell for the fireballs in his eyes changed colours. I put my favourite red dress on and we went to a restaurant.

I felt like I’m introducing a child to the world by giving him life experiences as a box of memories. I introduced him to Lobster, sushi, chicken and french fries. He enjoyed sucking ketchup envelopes the most … Then I took him to my club and we danced all night long.

Later, I took my friend to buy him a watch as a gift. Every time I take out my money to pay after hearing the price he takes out strange rocks and tries to press it in my hand but I refuse to take them. He’s on my planet and it is my job to do the hospitality.

I hugged him and then took him back to where I found him and my tears found their way out, he smelled them and touched my face then he took out a transparent container and captured a drop. To me, he looked like a magical creature from a fairy tale and he had my heart in his hand.

I held his shoulders and invaded his energy bubble and kissed him passionately. I walked away and I turned my head to see him touching his lips in confusion and I waved. We didn’t say anything the whole time but we communicated.

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The fear of truth

What if you find a book that has all of the answers that you don’t want to know? Would you dare to read? What if then the way you see the world changes? Will you start to see people changing their skins? Will you see your chains which are made of humiliation?

Will you be inside a cage and its key is with a master of your fears? Will you even try to break free? A slave you are, a slave you will be when it falls into the hand of another slave for it is his only chance to switch. Will your blanket shrink then and stop covering your cold feet?

Never mind, you know what is scarier? If the answers were for Yes or No questions and all of them were Yeses. Now, after you read, a mighty door will open before you and strong white light comes out, will you go in or do you fear the light now?

Sweet children

Yes I fancy those children, the way their imagination works is fascinating. He chases butterflies calling them magical fairies yet he releases them when they fall under his mercy. She cries on the crumbs of her crackers and calls them falling angels from the sky. She imagines the rain drops as soldiers being sent down to rest after a battle, so she dances under love trying to collect them on her skin to live in her.

He lays down to count the stars and says I’ll go there one day to play with them and perhaps shine like they do. She sneaks on her toes into my library; which she thinks is forbidden, to learn the secrets of life of course. They fear our cook; from her broad face that they compare with stone. They say she eats children and cook them.

I laugh at these scenes which they make. I only wish that the last one was not true. Yes, my angels are stars now in a far fairyland guiding soldiers to the secrets of life, that’s what I like to think.

Sadness is a part of the gifted

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Sadness, who walked in the crowds, had an air of mystery and watering eyes. He was appreciated by artists as a muse to be drawn and wrote about. Actors would fake tears before him and public would clap and that made him fade but he still invades his loyal artists.