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WORDS that cross the ocean, everyday, back and forth, lovely, funny, excited, frustrated, angry, swearing, flirting and sad words....
but all in all, always...HONEST WORDS
FRIENDSHIP that cross the ocean, everyday, back and forth, full of questions and doubts, that need to be clarified, full of answers that are misread from time to time,
full of shared joy, sadness, excitement, anger, frustration, but all in all always HONEST FRIENDSHIP.
LOVE that cross the ocean, everyday, back and forth, doubtful, always ready to start or to end, new and exciting, different, dangerous love,
having been built just on the fantasies and dreams, you have of that unkown/known person, across the ocean you never met...
your heart is on fire, your head constantly switched on, an endless web of unrelated thoughts, what it, what if not, does he, does she, do they not...
Your body is in constant yearning, moving to no direction at all and you dream, daydreams, nightdreams like you never dreamt before...
He writes back, quietly and persuasively, says STOP, let's to be an HONEST LOVE, the one we really want, TO BE WHO WE ARE, like we have been with each other always before...
You stop, open your eyes, and sigh, knowing that he is right, knowing deep down that if he doesn't stop you in the midair, you would crash down sooner or later hitting the rough ground of reality...
Your eyes are open new, looking at the real you and the real him in this unreal online reality.
And you write back to him, all I want is honest love, but just let me dream from time to time, because it is who I am, real dreaming ME...
You may ask, you write, why I need to dream, and you know you ran out, long time ago of the the proof justifying answers, to defend the statement...
that dreams have purpose in life even if they look like they have nothing to do with reality...
All you can write, is that the mind is the most powerful thing, in the body, whatever the mind believes, the body can do.
So when I share my dreams with you, you write, I give you 'a piece of my mind' with a short warning: 'This is a dream that may or may not come true.'
The time will come when they meet in real, leaving behind their anonymous online security.
And when they meet, with open eyes, their dreams safely at the back of their minds, they know it will be genuine and natural...
They give each other hug and walk hands in hands where their hearts will tell them to go...
You dream of that meeting, knowing that it is not something you can predict, expect, prepare for, not even pray for, because the outcome of it is as just unpredictble as the weather...
Just like that one memorable sunset over the ocean when everything stops in that magic moment of total perfection on your planned holiday...
you just noticed, walking by on your last day before your departure, back home to your ordinary life and you say to yourself: 'I am so happy to experience this, I have dreamt about it all my life...AND HERE I AM.'
Life is often a painful mix of love, loss and damage
true realization comes
Nothing is perfect
and everything is perfect.
Nothing is less worthy
than something else,
he wanted her
to teach him to write,
the sudden online crash,
he taught her how to dance,
the source of its potent charm,
is the possibility of everlasting
online friendship
ever possible?
The online magic of connecting
with so many people
from all around the world
so extremely enriching
and stimulating.
Lounging in a beautiful home
filled with photos and paintings
her boys rolling their eyes
and later retaliate
by mocking their mother
for her downtime pleasure.
Staying rooted in her professional life
and family
as part of her effort
to keep a healthy distance
from those romantic traps of online dreamings
but is it possible?
The ability to judge
is vital
to their wellbeing
and yet
all too often
they set up for a struggle
with themselves,
their feelings
and their unreal reality.
The waiting game
the doomsday at a glance
what life will look like
after the final click of the 'send'.
After few weeks
angling for that special connection,
now they have it
and suddenly not sure
what to do with it,
which one of them
is more afraid
of loosing it?
A messy excercise
in an imaginative dialogue
of two souls
from the opposite sides of the world
that never seen each other in a flesh,
it is so unreal
and yet the only reality they know,
the one
that produced
this magical feelings
between them
which in itself
is not prone
to sudden change,
for how long can they keep it?
The interlocked sentences
between them
so established
and precious.
He said: "I can extend things,
change the colour and texture,
I like to flirt."
They found tiny songs,
old photos and new images,
to tell them who they are,
like little twinkles in their eyes
to brighten their real worlds
suddenly so grey...
"The religion of this connection
is love,
to love another person
is to see the face of God,"
he said to her.
She feels
burning
with the same energy
the martyrs
burned well,
but doesn't say it.
Without him,
it wouldn't have occured to her
to ask for a little more from life.
She keeps
constantly
handing out
her own version of truth
about women's lives.
A noble and inspiring
the man
choosen
to carry her troubles
with him,
doing the small things,
doing the big things,
he never looses his graceful touch
for putting her at ease.
Only much later
she realizes
it also must have placed
an unimaginable burden
on him.
One small step for a woman
towards love,
one giant leap of hope,
her memory of it
is so strong
down to the scent
of the rose
in the air,
and she knows
mankind become a little bit more better
that day
a little bigger and bolder
and a little bit more self-aware.
That one little online footprint
so tiny against the backdrop
of the overcrowded
online conversations
offers this solace
that you can find a true person
in this selfish age,
obsessed
with various versions
and perfect projections
of ourselves.
He dreams,
she dreams
her hands are interlocked,
when she wakes up,
his hand is not there,
it is just her imagination,
the trap of the unreal reality
of their online world,
and yet
she has to tell
this online story
from the point of view
the God exists.
And what God means
in practice
is the act of compassion,
of love,
of struggle of sharing your life
in the way
no one really believes
is possible.....
