It starts with a word on a wall, then a word in your mouth,
with a ray of light …passing the sky without your permission, Catching the glance of your eyes, stirring your inner beauty to come to life, when you wake up early in the morning, just to challenge your ability to live one more day ,
when you don’t visualize the warning signs on the long road.
It also starts when you hear your favorite song on the radio, not recalling when, why and who!!!what where and for how long ?!!!!
when you run faster than time dragging yourself to that moment where you believe that you’re actually flying...then You fall down and you smell your own blood, discovering that your blood is not actually red…
with a ray of light …passing the sky without your permission, Catching the glance of your eyes, stirring your inner beauty to come to life, when you wake up early in the morning, just to challenge your ability to live one more day ,
when you don’t visualize the warning signs on the long road.
It also starts when you hear your favorite song on the radio, not recalling when, why and who!!!what where and for how long ?!!!!
when you run faster than time dragging yourself to that moment where you believe that you’re actually flying...then You fall down and you smell your own blood, discovering that your blood is not actually red…
......It starts with poetry that you think it has been written for you, to speak up the words on your lips, to light up your flames and hide your disability to speak beautifully.
...when you magnify your own feelings,shaping lions , riding them, and preparing yourself for the battle to come, trying to convince yourself of your existence every day, and every night, The “yes, why not, try”! are actually encouraging your mind, giving you some more space to feel& cry, even if you're done with your lies, you still want more lies and illusions in your life, more and more, and you become even more pale.
It gets worse when you feel happy and content once again, coz you start wondering if that’s real happiness,are you cured?? Really cured , is this your real beauty!!, or mere sheets covering your soul?,is this your pure mind??or simply mislead by the light?...
then you realize,when you try to runaway, that you’re only wasting more and more time, while you're badly infected, the same bloody matters that you’re trying to escape, are screaming inside you .... like the entire world is covered in your blood, something dreadful is running inside your body, everyday, every night… everywhere, and all the time.
and finally when you comprehend what's the real meaning of cholera, and you try to tune your inner innocent soul into those stolen moments, where you managed to escape your pain, dreaming of their fruits, with or without the running engine, with or without the autumn’s breeze, it doesn't matter!!!
and finally when you comprehend what's the real meaning of cholera, and you try to tune your inner innocent soul into those stolen moments, where you managed to escape your pain, dreaming of their fruits, with or without the running engine, with or without the autumn’s breeze, it doesn't matter!!!
then you find yourself in situations where you are cornered into having to say you can do something, while you can’t..you really can't...
the how pure! How beautiful, keeps your eyes open, not being able to sleep, for you're now living inside your own cell, before you obey the yellow wind.…
and it only ends when you let go that yellow bubble.. sadly watching it shrinking and disappearing , and you realize how ridiculous, limited, and disappointing the cholera of love can be…
you simply throw it up!!! So it ends just to start once again...
