Repetition

As years have passed, I have realised something crucial in my life: The ideal world doesn’t exist and the second is that true friends are hard to find and even harder to keep. The one thing that keeps people close to each other is neither blood nor respect; it’s interest. You love your family and you try to be good to your siblings because you don’t want to be labeled as that loser’s brother. You love your partner because you share the same goals and you both benefit from each other in various ways. You love your friends because they can provide you connection, money or other different things that benefit you.

It’s a circle that is bound to repeat forever.

Love doesn’t exist, it’s just a colourful mask that hides your truest intentions: Greed, envy, dignity, compassion, goodness, badness inside of you. Nothing more and nothing less.

I’ve loved and I’ve lost people because of this mask that I’ve gambled with. Now you’d question, aren’t you something special? And the answer is no, I’m not. I’m greedy, selfish, irresponsible, crazy human being who thinks the world revolves only around me. I accept that and I try to make the best of my emotions. I don’t repel nor look down on ‘vile’ emotions just because they exist in the darker side of our soul. Why should I?

However the difference between me and some other people is that I consider other factors into play. For example I’ll be blatantly honest about my true feelings. I’ll tell you first about my intentions and then you decide if you want to stay with me or continue your way.

Because despite our mutual emotions we, the human race share, we also have morals, decency and compassion thrusted onto us. And you know what else we have? Free will. Some people decide to play with this card while others fall into a trap of blindness and refuse to see the goodwill of this world.

It’s not about you or me, it’s not even about whose grass is greener. It’s about people start realising that we don’t profit from others humiliation or defeat. We have nothing to gain of a rich friend who got poor or even a rich friend who got even richer. It’s about you and only you. So when I say that I am the centre of the universe, what I mean is that, only I can leave my unique trail in the sand of time. It is my choice if I want to leave sloppy footsteps or cut my journey in the middle or even mess with another one’s path. Only I can do that. Yet only I can suffer from the consequences of my will too; be it a curse or a gift, I’m the one responsible for my end.

What I mean by this is that, you have the power to harm others. You also have the power to heal others. However you and only you have the right to make your choice. Don’t lose yourself onto another one’s trail, don’t even catch up to what others are doing. You do you.

Don’t befriend me because you want to gain something from my side. Don’t be my lover because of my looks or even my personality. Don’t be my brother with the excuse we share the same blood and you want something from me. Don’t do that because I’ll cut you without even looking at the relationship we share. I simply don’t care even if I have given you my all. It doesn’t matter, I’ll refill in a fraction of time and be me again. Don’t use and don’t repeat these feelings somewhere else, or karma will bite you hard and emotionlessly.

If the cycle will have to repeat what I want to see in your life recorder is only the good things inside of you. Please, reflect and don’t succumb into the negative aspects of life. If you envy me because of my brain, tell me. I won’t hate you I swear. If you hate because I said that, tell me, teach me, perfect me, just like I will do with someone else. Just because there’s greed inside of you doesn’t mean you are labelled as bad and we should toss you in the trashing bin. Let’s stop hating on others and start loving each other for who we are, even if you are better than me, even if you are richer than me, even if you are smarter than me; don’t look down, don’t pity, don’t underestimate me. Teach me, better me.

Love doesn’t need to be labelled because we benefit from others. Love means that even if you see the best or the worst in me you teach me how to be a good human being. If we continue this circle, where do you think we will end up to?

Spread positivity everywhere you see a frown. Spread positivity even there where is a smile; make it bigger. That’s how we repeat and that’s how we make the world a better place. The only things keeping your from finding happiness are your mind and body and some might even say your heart, but still even with these you’ll come to realise they are still less than three.Screen Shot 2017-11-07 at 11.02.32.png

From your friend/lover/brother/sister/mother/father/relative/stranger. WE LOVE YOU ❤

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Migjeni

Ka do dit
që po shof fare mirë
se si nga vuejtja syt po më madhohen,
nepër ball dhe ftyrë rrudhat po më shtohen
e si buzqeshja m’asht e hidhun…
… dhe po ndij
se si mëngjeset e mia
nukjanë ma mëngjese hovi e pune,
as ndërtimi, por të shtymt dita më ditë
e një jete që s’durohet.
Dalngadalë po shof
si jeta një nga një
secilin ndjesi
me tradhti
po ma vulos
dhe s’po më mbetë asgja
që me u nda
si shej gëzimi,
përpara
nuk e dishe, ojetë,
se kaq i tmerrtë
asht grushti i yt
që mbyt
pa mëshirë.
Por kot
në pasqyrë po shof
se si nga vuejtja syt po më madhohen
nëpër ballë dhe në ftyrë rrudhat po më shtohen,
dhe shpejt do të bahem
flamur i vjetruem
i rreckuem
ndërluftat e jetës.

Koment:

Poezia “Vuajtje” perfshihet tek Kenget e Fundit te veprimtarise se Migjenit.Ne periudhen e fundit te jetes se tij,ai realizoi dhe madheshtine si nje nga poetet moderne shqiptare me me vlera dhe talent. Migjeni shprehu pakenaqesite e tij rreth realitetit shoqeror te asaj kohe. Dha pamje tronditese, te klasave te shtypura dhe te shfrytezuara.  Tema kryesore e Migjenit ishte MJERIMI, i cili eshte pershkruar dhe paraqitur ne menyren me realiste te mundshme. Duke shfryre dhimbjen qe i jep mjerimi, autori pershkruan figura, njerez dhe ngjarje te mberthyera nga nje trishtim I thelle. Me ane te hiperbolave dhe groteskut Migjeni pershkruan perfaqesuesit e klasave te pasura dhe shfrytezuese.

Ai, mjerimin dhe skamjen, nuk e sheh ne anen siperfaqesore, po e shikon ne te gjitha aspektet, ne ate fizik, shpirteror, moral e shoqeror.

Karakteristike e poezive te Migjenit eshte dhe perdorimi I metaforave, epiteteve, ironise, antitezave dhe hiperboles.

Kanget e fundit: Mbahen si poezite me te fuqishme te Migjenit, te shkruara kur poeti po lengonte rende nga semundja. Ato nuk jane me shprehje te jetes, por pershkrim I ngadalshem I vdekjes. Vete titujt e vjershave: Nje nate pa gjume, Vuejtja, Frymezim’ I pafat, Kanga qe s’kuptohet, Vetmia, Nen flamujt e melankolise japin poetikisht shkallet e renies se poetit.

Nese ne fillimet e tij ai nisi me jeten plot gjalleri e passion,ne fund ai na tregoi se cdo gjeje I vjen fundi,qofte heret apo vone, te gjitheve ne na pret ajo rruge e erret te cilen e bejme vetem.Vetmia nuk vjen nga mungesa e njerezve rreth teje,por nga pamundesia e komunikimit te gjerave te rendesishme per ty.Migjeni ndoshta ka pasur plot miqesi duke qene nje nga gjenite e kohes,vuejtja per te mund te jete ndryshe nga cfare perceptojme ne.Ndoshta ne castet e fundit te jetes ai mund te kete qene I rrethuar nga shume shoke.Ndoshta gjeja me e keqe ne bote nuk eshte te jesh I vetem.Gjeja me e tmerrshme eshte te perfundosh me njerez qe te bejne te ndihesh vetem.Ndoshta nje here ne jeten tone e kemi perjetuar kete ndjenje ku ndihesh bosh,me nje ndjesi te zymte e cila e ndrydh stomakun dhe e ben zemren te pikelloje.Akoma nuk e kupton se cfare te shqeteson kur gjendesh e rrethuar nga dhjetera pale sy.Flet shume,pastaj sikur ndrydhesh  tek e kupton se nuk po e kuptojne boten tende,me pas flet me ze te ulet si pipetime derisa goja qepet.E kupton se nuk gjendesh me rehat.Jo vetem qe nuk ndihesh mire por ndihesh edhe jo I deshiruar ne ate grup.Minutat duken si ore,dhe oret si pafundesi dhe mezi pret te largoshesh ne ate qetesine dhe paqen tende.Mbyllur ne nje dhome gjysme te erret,me nje stilolaps te zi nder gishta dhe nje flete te bardhe e cila ndotet nga mendimet e turbullta.

E dita vjen perseri, e celur plot drite dhe harmoni.Ngrihesh e ngrysur,syte e zmadhuar,rrudhat varen mbi fytyre edhe pse ne kulmin e rinise,buzeqeshja me e hidhur se ajo kafeja e mengjesit e cila ta shtremberon fytyren.Ne ate mengjes plot drite shikon te tjeret te pa prekur nga ajo qe te shqeteson ty.Ndoshta akoma se kane kuptuar sepse vazhdon akoma te buzeqeshesh.Por si nuk e kuptojne se ajo buzeqeshje mban terror Brenda?Si nuk e shohin se nuk qesh me sy,sepse ato sy kane pare makthe,varferi dhe skamje?Si nuk e kane vezhguar akoma se syte e shkruar tashme jane kthyer ne te zeze bloze?Si nuk e kane kuptuar akoma se ditet e jetes shtyhen me zor? Dhe ato dite rendojne sikur po terheq tone me gur.Mos valle jam vetem une? Hap syte i lodhur rreth e rrotull dhe shikoj njerez te lumtur dhe mendoj se  une cfare kam  gabim.Pse une nuk mund te jem si ata? Kjo jete e poshter dhe me mundime qe syte po mi zmadhon dhe ballin po ma rrudhos dhe buzeqeshjen po ma hidheron.Kjo jete e cila po me tradheton dhe me vule te nxehte po shtyp cdo ndjesi qe kam perjetuar.Dalengadale po me largon lumturine,mendimet,shoket,fuqine per te vazhduar perpara.shtyp duke krijuar plage mbi kete zemer te shkrete dhe te rreckosur qe me s’mban.Pse jete me tradhetove dhe mi more te gjitha pa me paralajmeruar.Nuk me mbeti asgje per tu ndare si shenje gezimi,dhoma eshte bosh,une ndihem bosh dhe I zhveshur perpara teje.Jete ,nuk e dije se grushti yt ishte kaq I tmerrte? Shikoji keto plage dhe te vrara mbi trup, o jete. Te lutem jete, hiqe ate dore mbi fytin tim qe po me mbyt pa meshire e po me le pa fryme.Si nuk gjendet askush qe te me cliroje nga keto dhimbje qe kjo jete po me shkakton.Pse eshte kaq e ftohte kjo bote sa nuk kthen syte nga ai I mjeri? Mos valle eshte e veshtire te japesh nje dore per te ndihmuar? Nuk kane degjuar se bashkimi ben fuqine,o jete e mjere qe njerezimin po e ben te vuaj.Kjo vuajtje qe ka thithur cdo lumturi dhe shprese.E ka shtrenguar kaq shume sa eshte bere a pashtyeshme per kete jete.Kjo vuajtje qe mendjet e zemrat ka kapluar.Nuk shikon me qeshje plot jete, por thjesht hidherime te ftohta e te acarta qe zemrat ka prekur.Kjo vuajtje qe ngrihet ne mes te megjesit e cila me kthetrat e saj ne fytin tim cjerr veten ne nje zhurme mbytese.Dhimbja behet e pashtyeshme dhe aty nuk gjendet askush,pervec gjakut qe rrjedh pika- pika.Une jam vetem me vuajtjen qe po me gelltit per se gjalli. Vetem ne nje rruge si nje dallendyshe e vetmuar ne shi.I lodhur duke mos pasur asnje prane qe te ndaje te njejtat emocione,ide dhe mendime si une.Por me se shumti jam I lodhur nga njerezit qe sillen ne menyre brutale me njeri-tjetrin.Jam I lodhur nga gjithe kjo dhimbje qe shikoj e degjoj ne bote cdo dite.Ka kaq shume.Eshte si nje cope qelqi ne mendjen time gjithe keto kohe.A mund ta kuptosh?

Nje mije here ne vdesim ne nje jete.Ne therrmohemi,thyhemi,dhe grisemi deri sa shtresat e iluzionit jane djegur dhe ajo cfare ka mbetur,eshte e verteta se kush dhe cfare jemi ne te vertete. Ai qe kam mbetur une tani eshte thjesht nje trup I mbushur me kocka,me sy te zmadhuar,dhe ball te rrudhur.Diten e lindjes,vdekja vazhdoi rrugetimin e saj.Po ecen drejt meje,por pa nxitim.Po pret momentin sepse cdo shpirt do te shijoje vdekjen.Ne kete lufte te tmerrshme te jetes,ndihem si ai flamuri qe ne fillim te luftes mbahet siper dhe valevitet si shenje krenarie ndersa ne fund gjendet i rreckosur me pluhur e balte,i grisur nga betejat e jetes.

Memories from the past

Disclaimer: So to anyone who knows the author in real life and reads these psychologically and emotionally disturbed stories, please, please, do not think that she suffers from it. Really, she is just writing and that’s it; do not jump to freaking conclusions. Peace out!🤘🏻

It was dark.

And I don’t know if it was the rain or my falling tears as I kept running towards nothing. But I knew I was going somewhere. My head was exploding and blasting like a bomb was put inside me. The pain intolerable; but I still kept walking through the bustling city streets.

I was sober, I swear I was but why it felt like alcohol had washed my stomach and had started to revoke all way up my throat? My ribs hurt from all the contraction and my mouth felt like it was covered in mucus. What was going on?

I knew that people were giving me strange looks by now, but I didn’t care. I had to reach the destination of nothing. Something will be there for sure. I know that someone is waiting for me there.

As I looked at my naked feet, they had formed blisters and were covered in blood. Maybe I should have paid attention when I passed through the bushes. But they will heal when I reach nothing, won’t they?

My arms hurt the most to be honest. They were sore and not a single energy passed through them. Even if I lifted weights, they would not be so weak. But at least they were still white as snow, despite the darkness had swallowed whole.

A random stranger asked me if I was okay, so nice of him to show gratitude towards someone like me. But he quickly left without hearing my response. I only pushed the hair out of my face so I could get a clearer look out of this kind stranger but he ran faster than me.

Was there a broccoli stuck between my teeth and he did not want me to feel bad about it?

I continued to run towards my goal, the nothingness. I was bound to reach it, even if it was the last thing I do.

But the rain made it almost impossible for me to reach my eternal goal. It was grazing my skin and forming blotches; almost burning me but I still kept crawling toward a road to no end. By morning I’ll be there for sure- that’s what I kept telling myself. Of course, deep down I knew that I was wrong. Hope dies last, doesn’t it?

As I kept walking I was halted by bright lights coming from a warm and cozy cafe beside me. The pastries almost winked at me and the comfort radiating from that place was calling my name. Will I be allowed to go in? I don’t have any money with me and this place looks classy. After all my clothes are all ragged and my feet are bloodied. Should I have dressed in something more flashy before I left home? I am sure that I had a dress saved up for special occasions.

“Oh, I know that girl” words escaped my lips before I registered them in my brain. But I definitely knew this girl. Wah she turned out fine! She was such a klutz in high school. I remember that she was a sucker for everything and a total dreamer but apparently that worked for her. She really does look nice.

And seeing her right now, dressed in designer clothes, standing in front of a handsome man, really makes me look pathetic. I shouldn’t interrupt them.

“Isn’t she pretty? I used to be like that too but you know what happened.” I told him and he hugged me tightly. No matter what, I always have this person by my side. He protects me from everything.

“What do you think you’re doing?” a voice interrupted my train of thoughts and I would have ignored it if he didn’t call my name “Lori you should have never left home. The nurses are searching heaven and hell for you.”

It was my angel, Gabriel. He always stands by my side whenever I feel dull. “I want to drink coffee” and pointed at the glassy window while grinning widely. “I was just telling him that a classmate of mine is here.”

But Gabriel gave me a look I haven’t seen before and quickly grabbed my arm and started pulling me from where I came from; but I’ll never go back.

“Let me go Gabriel, my friend is worried about me.” I kept pushing him but he was too strong.

Suddenly Gabriel stopped and turned around to face me “What friend Lori? There is no one here, besides the coffee shop was empty. You are hallucinating things.” He yelled at me. He never did this before and I was getting scared.

“Can’t you see him? He is standing near me.” Surprised I stared at my friend and then back at Gabriel. How can he not notice my friend?

But Gabriel just sighed and rubbed his face abruptly “NO, I can’t see him so let’s go now.” and started to grab my hand once again but I pulled back.

“You don’t notice him” my feelings were hurt and I refused to be with someone that disrespected my friend. “We won’t leave if you don’t apologise to him. He has been nothing but nice to me when you weren’t here.”

“Lori, come on, don’t do this. There is no one there” I could sense that his nerves were in a ruckus right now but I don’t care.

Crossing my arms in front of my chest, I frowned “Do you really… not see my pain, my ego, my greed and evil thoughts building up eroding me from inside?” My throat started to feel itchy and eyes stinging but my heart hurt the most. “I’m slowly dying Gabriel and your all-seeing-eye can’t notice what is going on inside me.” He took a step forward and I noticed his scared expression. He was afraid I’d do something and explode but I was too tired for that; my energy had run low.

“Do you really not see that person. It is right here” I pointed at my head. It was hidden deep inside my brain; rested there and occasionally exploded under threatening conditions.

“Lori,” He called but now even my heart was hurt. Gabriel cannot understand me either. “We should go back, if you keep doing this you’ll only keep damaging yourself.”

I chuckled dryly “Ah, so instead I should just bottle it up and move on like nothing ever happened.” tears that had escaped my eyes, I quickly erased them. “Like I always do”

‘That’s not what I meant”

“Do you know why I don’t have any eyes Gabriel?” I mentioned and could notice his entire face washed up, afraid that I touched this topic.

“You ended up in an accident” he meekly responded, voice so low that I could barely hear it.

Quickly I shook my head laughing “No, I gave them to people I treasured. Because that is what you do when you love people; you take something from yourself and give to the other, so that person can be happy.”

“Same goes with one of my kidneys, my liver, bone marrow, blood. I gave up literally pieces of me so everyone could be happy. I even gave up on the single thing I treasured the most just so my friends lived in peace. You probably guessed what? But hey, at least those bastards were satisfied in the end”

Gabriel immediately covered his mouth with his hand and I could hear the muffled sobbing escape from him. He knew but not to this extent. “Lori I’m so sorry” swiftly, his entire body hugged mine and his warmth brought a sense of comfort to my soul.

“Why are you sorry Gabriel. It wasn’t you who did this to me. I did this to me. I don’t need your pity or empathy, it’s pathetic actually.”

“No, I should have stopped you from doing that. I should have protected you from everyone. I failed at my only job” His tears soaked my sleeping gown and I almost felt a sense of humanity inside me.

I hugged him back out of respect “I’m not going back” I whispered into his ear and pushed him back, despite him clinging onto me “That greed is resurfacing and has already infected my whole system. I can’t go back even if I wanted to. Those pieces of me are calling back and I’m not leaving them hanging.”

“Lori, please. I understand where this is coming from but make peace with yourself. What’s broken will never heal? Never run towards something that is damaged.”

“That’s why stop chasing me. That envy is not bad I swear. I don’t plan to do something I’ll regret in the future. I’ll just take what’s lawfully mine”

“Then how do you plan to take your innocence back?” his voice had become more stern and controlling. As if he was more mad than I was. With a little push he would jump on the same pool of greed I did.

“Innocence, my a.ss. I’m worried that if I told you what had really happened you’ll be more hurt than I am.”

I don’t want to brag or anything, because in this condition I am you probably won’t believe me; but once upon a time I was the girl next door. The friend that everyone wanted to have by their side, the girlfriend that boys adored and child that all parents loved. But mostly I thought of myself as selfless. It felt like my entire being was dedicated to help everyone, please everyone but that in itself was selfish. I only did that to boost my self-conscience. As long as I made people happy, I was fulfilled because they all liked me.

How could I know that it is impossible to make everyone adore and love you? I was innocent after all. So when I learnt that everyone had used me for their gruesome intentions I lost it. Especially that one so-called friend drinking coffee with her boyfriend.

It must feel nice to be clean and cut when I took all the hit. Ah, but how could I forget that she had planned the kidnap all along? She pretended to be hurt, because she knew, oh how she knew that I would jump trains, move mountains to heal others and she used this weakness of mine for her benefits. I hope you choke on that coffee and wish you never find any pleasure in either worlds. I want you to suffer by my side and pull your roots regretting what you did to me. I live for that day.

“Let it go Lori” Gabriel took my head in his hands and looked directly in my face, or so I think. I can’t see, they made me blind. “You think that they will get away for what they did to you? I guarantee that not only will they suffer, but they will suffer along with interest. What I care in this bloodied world is only you and you. I don’t want you to suffer anymore rather than live happily ever after.” He paused and embraced me in his arms tightly “With me”

My heart stopped for the first time in my life and I was afraid to even move a muscle, afraid that he might move too. What was happening to me? What are these new, profound feelings I’m having? I can’t explain what I feel.

“First thing in the morning I’ll file a form for your release and after that I’ll take care of you for the rest of our lives and beyond. You belong to me from now on, you hear that. So smile and be happy, because I plan to bug you forever, how does that sound?” He laughed and I swear I was hearing the sound of Heavens. For the first time I could see myself letting it all go and move on with him, and for some reason I let go the first time he smiled at me.

“I love you Lori”

 

 

Galaxies among us

The people who read,write and listen to soul music are the ones who can actually change this world. Because they have built this illusion inside their galaxy minds and their beliefs and dreams can revolutionise this land into a fantasy paradise. While linking hand in hand, step by step they turn an ugly stone into a precious gem like true alchemists.
Their thoughts are so exquisite and with an incalculable value like a incandescent Antarctica sun rays tormented by people’s prejudices. These innovations beam with power and strength spinning the world 360° for best only to be overthrown by thee. The rest of the world has a dim mind that cannot decipher these ideas. For art thou shalt not this earth incarnate. For is people like you who shatter these luminosity. Like is said these humanist are the summer in Antarctica. They illumine for days only to be overpowered by the darkness. And is there when you realise that no matter how pure your soul is there will always be dirt splattering and demolishing the serenity.

Winter’s flower

It was a lonely January night where the clock stroke exactly eleven p.m and the storm had engulfed the entire city; leaving her house plain dark. It was scary being alone in a big mansion where the only soul that loiters around here is an almost ghost. Not fully a human but definitely not a ghost. A Dead in the living world; that was her.

Not afraid of the darkness surrounding her, Lori started wandering around the big space everyone calls home. But not to her; this place was a mere stationary building that Lori has decided to rest, for maybe 70 years from now. But it was far from home. Because is home really a place? If so, isn’t that too superficial and egoistical of us; calling an object our home?

That is why Lori referred to it as a station and not colouring it with emotions and liveliness  , it does not deserved to be called such.

“Why do I feel so lonely today?” she sighed as she sat at the majestic stairs in the middle of the house “Why does my heart hurt and why do I feel like ripping it apart?” to her it didn’t make any sense. After all to her, heart is just an organ whose job is to pump blood. Tonight she is drowning in it.

What was worse is that she didn’t know why she was feeling gloomy. Was it because of a scorned lover, or because of the abandoned family or that bastard society living outside the gates? She did not know the reason but it was affecting her like never before.

A thunder clashed, whitening all the “station” and making Lori jump in fear. She hated thunders and lightening bolts were her phobia. “Maybe I should not have been such a prude and followed my morals. Maybe, just maybe I should’ve become a pray of the impurity and the unchastity of the world surrounding me” her voice was above a whisper not directed to anyone but herself.

She got up from the cold stairs and moved to the cold bedroom of hers. It was warm inside but her skin refused to inhale heat and absorb such delicacy and luxury inside her body. That is why everything seemed cold to her, especially her hands and feet; they were practically falling off.

Inside the lavish room was a majestic bed, untouched, and big windows that were continuously hit by the angry rain. “I can already feel it, the debauchery and shamelessness that has happened exactly in this spot.” a single tear rolled off her cheek as if to remind her of the decadence that has touched her in every single space of her. It was crystal clear wrapped by what is left of her innocence. It was all gone with the winter’s wind.

Memories started hitting her and the webs of misery started shedding of their poison and dust, making her remember and cough blood. “You are pure Lori, no matter what they say, you are pure and innocent and untouched by the monstrosity surrounding the humans mind. You are good, remember that” like a mantra, she kept repeating to herself. It was a small rope, helping her not fall into the depth of death and after that hell. It was a small hope keeping her alive and human. But how longer can it hold, the tight grip of hers was already thinning it out.

The rope started to weaken and despite Lori’s mantra, it broke down and with it, the girl also. To her surprise, she didn’t scream or cry in terror or anything to provoke her entire emotional being. It was something she expected to happen and that she would soon fall prey of the cage she build inside her mind.

It was empty and cold, just like she anticipated it would be; the cage, I mean. Four walls, no windows, no nothing, much like the ‘station’ she lives in. It was familiar and that is why she didn’t seem so frightened. After all it happens every once a month, by now she should be used to it. However every time, the cage changes. Last month for example, it was a jungle and other times it was a valley filled with daisies. This time however, decided to be a dark and lonely animal cage.

“You fell once again Lori. I’ve been thinking that you want to visit me in here” a lonely and deep voice took her attention and turned around to see the one speaking.

And when she finally saw who was there, immediately she started running into his arms “Gabriel, I’ve missed you.” it didn’t take much longer before she sobbed into his neck, letting it all out.

The boy hugged her even tighter and whispered calm words into her ear “It’s alright, baby. Did the storm scare you again? Or did the evil neighbours hurt your feelings yet again?” Gabriel kept asking and pet her head gently and soothingly. He liked it whenever Lori visited him. It made his wait bearable.

“No, I kept remembering the past. It haunts me” she breathed deeply this time, before speaking again “It’s terrible Gabriel. Why would they do that to me” inside his chest, she spoke calmly as his arms felt like home; a real home to her. “Why did they touch me when all I did was treat them nicely, like a human being, after all. Does that make sense?”

Knowing her heart inch by inch, Gabriel just sighed as he sucked her pain away from her. And he felt it, the remorse and impurity of her indulged deep inside her soul. They had left a scar, one that angels can’t heal. It takes only the soul to repair what’s been broken.

“There will be condemnation for them too, darling. You’ll see. Everything has a beginning and an end. It will soon come. Meanwhile try to listen to the tranquility of everything after the storm is over. Just like you have bore misery and calamity inside you, it will all calm down after it is over. Try to turn something bad into good; that is your power after all.” Gabriel smiled as he looked at her grey eyes that were so calming and peaceful, yet deep like the ocean.

Lori, now calmer than before, pulled him on the ground and rested their backs at the wall “I thank God every day that he sends me you Gabriel, or else I would really lose my mind.” she smiled and locked arms with him, resting her head at his shoulder “You are like a flower to me, but not during spring time. You are my winter flower that reminds me, despite the harsh and cold surrounding you find strength to bloom, and remind yourself to find sun in a place where it doesn’t shine.” she looked again at him and caught him trying to hide a smile but failed as his cheeks turned rosy. “Stay with me forever” she whispered.

Then she closed her eyes, finally finding balance with herself, letting her guards run loose; because she knew that if there is one person that will protect her form this ruthless world, is Gabriel. But it was impossible for an angel to live in the human world. They could only meet when the soul has run dry and she needs to escape from it,in order to survive

The sun was shining, the birds were chirping and warmth veiled her skin. Lori woke up, with her heart at ease and looked around at the untouched room, this time however not alone.

Gasping, she saw another person beside her “Gabriel…”

 

The troubled sea

I often wonder who was the first one to suggest to go in the beach during summer?

Do people go because it is refreshing? It cools down the summer heat? They like the calmness of the sea, with its soft waves and the crystal reflection of the sun? Or maybe just to go into a crowded party with lots of music and alcohol and try to forget all the sad moments for a while under the blasting sound of hip-hop?

I was never fond of it.

Summer to me is more like taking a hike into the highest mountain and drink the freshest water of the pouring fountain. Summer to me means to sweat all your troubles by exhausting yourself in a place where the human foot has not yet been.

Why do people like getting burnt into the glazing sun and then suffer from skin diseases and infections that come along? It does not even make any sense. But maybe they strip down just to show their body, to attract the superficial humans who chase the trends.

If it were for me, I would go in the winter time, perhaps in December where the winter has just started. The sun is covered by the angry clouds and the wind howls into your ears. “War is about to happen” it whispers.

The sea is no where into being calm but it rages in fury; anger bottled up for so long, it needs somewhere to release. I fancy the sand that blinds my vision and enters my footwear begging to tag along.

But mostly I love the tranquility of the raging water who pounds itself into the shore so furiously only to retreat again; and then out of sudden it hits it again and again and again. It erodes the one holding it. It directs its anger into the innocent sand who has done no wrong to it.

And it reminds me of people; they tend to leash upon the one who is inferior to himself not the one superior for he is a coward.

And there are fools who think they can tame the beast, including myself, that actually take a jump into the unknown wanting to discover the one with many scars but many jewels hidden deep inside. I want to be the one to comfort the sad and lonely sea who is so troubled from the loneliness. I want to console her from the depression in her darkest days not only when she is beautiful during the summer nights. I want to be with her during the days she feels worthless and drowns into the darkest pits of uncertainty.

But it is not that simple. I can’t persuade her strong enough while showing her, her inner beauty that many thrive to see but are scared to. No, she thinks that she is not special enough to be with unless she hides her true nature and decides to be a trend follower. She is not convinced strongly enough but thinks that being what others want her to be is the only way to be loved. She thinks I am lying and that I don’t love her but oh how my heart leaks when she whispers these awful words.

I feel a hollowness in my chest when I see someone so beautifully flawless feel so timid and unloved. I wonder about those people who come during summer only to litter and trash her. Those who ruin and leave their marks on her with those dirty feet. I wonder about those who take pictures of themselves with their toned body but don’t realise that the only thing beautiful about that photo is the reflection of the sunset on the crystal surface of the sea. I wonder about those people who name themselves sea-lover but do not, even once, visit her when she is the most loneliest. ‘She is too vile and troubled. It’s too cold to go and visit her’. Isn’t it sad? That people are only reminded of you only in your happiest times? They only want to take advantage but once it’s over the only thing they leave behind is debris and waste. Pathetic!

But it isn’t over yet, another one joins the party. Just like a chain of hierarchy; the earth, the sea and the sky.

Thunders and lighting bolts clash, angering our devastated sea even more. She is being scolded in a time where she wants to be left alone.

It thunders the sky with terror, merciless; hitting the water and electrifying with even the slightest doubt for she is inferior to the almighty sky. And she lets him, for she she has convinced herself that it is entirely her fault for not being beautiful enough.

He shouts in the pouring rain; the sound deafens me. It’s strong enough to turn everything up side down.

In that eerie moment everything stops and I listen as it softens the tone. It is not hate but something righteously purifying. He, too, is mad at her. He is mad at the sea for letting others get to her. “Even if no one wants you, I am the only things you need.” the love pouring from him came in the form of sweet drizzle, washing away every negative source. He was crying

And I was stunned of a love so strong yet so platonic that I let myself free of everything. I wanted to  taste this form of nothing else but extraordinary. During the fall, the sea smiled; but it was me who was angry right now. Why can’t I have that type of love?

‘Deep inside you’ll find one of my precious pearls. He is your antinomy dear. He came from up there to be reminded that sometimes you need to be lost in the deepest route to find the one you’ve been waiting for.

You see water and air are nothing but trouble. A match made in hell. They are always in parallel, no time to meet ever again but somehow if you gaze from afar you’ll see the horizon. You will see that even though that is an illusion our hearts touch together to form something out of this world. Treasure it!”

Two faced

There she was.

Cuffed in the chains of the truth, caged inside the black four walls of her vicious doings. The girl dripped in hell’s perfume. She was the reason hell was created. In fact she was so gruesomely vile, no one took her inside custody.

But inside these walls there lied another girl whose name I shall not say, for she was too deranged to be identified. Tears had smudged her entire face, and her eyes had slowly started to roll in the back of her head from the lack of energy.

They were each others antinomy. Alone they were nothing but together destructive. One healed and the other demolished what was in front of her.

The first started to speak in some sort of snake language. All the dark whisperings of your 2am thoughts crept to life. She indulged herself into every cervices of your body, into every nucleus of your cell; transforming your entire DNA.

Her smooth criminal talk hugged the life out of you. It embraced into your skin, like your gloves in a cold and winter night. You were beginning to feel helpless and scarred from how she was getting and twisting your poor, untreated mind.

“I am not going to kill you” she hissed under her breath, leaving you in a state of stupor at the time “Oh no, no no no” the girl repeated several times to herself. She was starting to exclude you from her impairing, suicidal thoughts.

She laughed. And you would think that her laugh would be daisies and butterflies. The sound of your favourite music, the sound of the birds chirping in your morning window, the sound of your favourite piano piece. But no, her laugh screeched your skin, like a broken glass going up and down your body, marking its territory. Her laugh shattered your eardrums, making blood spill from your ears. It was the sound of all sinners combined in hell playing a terrifying symphony.

You wanted to leave but her aura, her entire being had captured you with just her mere gaze settling in your disfigured eyes. And now the only thing running along your damaged brain was “why did I decide to visit her in this hell-like place?”

“You don’t deserve to be alive” the she-devil spoke once more, her voice booming inside the prison. “Consider yourself lucky that you and I are separated from these thin paper walls or else you’d be long dead, you despicable, low-life creature” She spat in front of her face, with no manners or such.

A turn in your stomach made you want to vomit all the things you ate for lunch. Your ribs were starting to create friction with your pleura, making it hard for you to breath.

1,2,3, Breath.

1,2,3 Breath again, let your killer make you stronger. And if it doesn’t then let it kill you, cold and hard; just like that.

“Then why” you started to tear up, all the sadness piled in your throat, making it even harder for you to stay alive. “Why are you letting me live? Kill me right here, right now and everyone will not suspect a thing.” However cameras surrounded the whole place. Yet as if they both had made a pact with the devil, they both knew that if the monster killed you, she would get away with it.

“These chains are my only prohibition but once I get out, I swear you gonna wish you were never born. YOU HEAR ME!” She screamed right into your scarred face, making you yelp in fear.

But then she lowered into her seat and chuckled deeply. Like she had been possessed by a greater force, even though she was the worst you could think of.

“It’s been so long since I enjoyed a nice meal. Here everything tastes bland and boring. It does not satisfy me like a human flesh does. The ecstasy when they plead for you to stop skinning them while alive, it sends chills to my soul. The crispy taste of a young girls skin, so pure and untouched,  crunching in your mouth while you drink from a glass of blood. You don’t get things like these anymore in the restaurants am I right?” She joked but the fear plastered in your eyes was something unyielding. Had she gone mental? It defied every rule of the livings. She was a monster, a psychopath.

Nevertheless her eyes went dark again, clenching her perfect white pearly teeth, she looked at you in misery. She gazed at you with so much hatred that it was you who was caged inside a box with no window or light. It was just you warped in a twisted reality, with your hands in your head, and your mouth whispering prayers in any form of religion.

“But you know what, once I am free and out of here, I am going to be a girl with manners” your eyes practically fell from the sockets, you knew, you knew what she was going to say next and the mere thought of it sent shivers down your spine.

“Don’t” it was the only thing you could manage to whisper at this moment before you lost it all.

She chuckled again, playing with your mind, like cat and mouse; but this was not a TV show and things did not end up playfully and nice. Instead it sent you to the pits of hell.

“I am going to visit my lovely nieces and my brother-in-law for a nice cup of tea and biscuits. Isn’t that lovely of me?” Raising her perfect eyebrow, she stared at you like she was the most normally insane of all people “And then I’ll stay for lunch because your house has this smell that drives me more insane than I already am” Her nose inhaled in a sick manner, like she fed in atrocious memories.

Your eyes opened wide, because in that exact moment you knew. You knew what she was going to do. Opening and closing your hand in a repeated manner, like a schizophrenic OCD girl, you prepared for the worst, because what could you do except to face the consequences of your own ill-fate.

Making a deep throaty noise, she sneered at how pathetic and weak you were being; not even protecting your loved ones.

“I’ll first kill your lovely husband with those set of knives I bought recently, just like Caesar.” she giggled like it was the most normal thing to do. “Then I’ll head over to the little angels whom I mostly adore. Don’t worry their’s will be more heavenly, I am not that evil.” Suffering in the devil’s chains she was, the monster silently exclaimed her scheme.

“I’ll drink their precious blood from my bare hands. Ah just imagine the terror in their eyes and the silent screams when I tear the skin apart from their bones. The pure liquid grazing my sinful skin like my best accessory. The fear that fills my bones when they whisper your name for help ‘Mama” “Mama, help me’ but you won’t be there.” a sickening laugh boomed through the walls, that had still not shattered.

“Why are you doing this? Why do you hate me this much?” you managed to whisper, this time the glare in your eyes was so dark and emotionless that it sent the monster to total madness. You are not supposed to fight back. You’re supposed to be the weak one.

All hell broke loose…

“Because every day I had to live with the same face as you.” she screamed in your face, losing control completely. “Every day I ought to hear how perfect and kind and smart you were while I was the one who was thrown in the street for being different and monstrous. I was the outcast, the one who was never loved by anyone. And you, you little b.itch got everything I wanted. You stole my first toy, despite me telling you how badly I wanted it. You stole my first glorious moment in first grade. You stole my first crush and first dance and left me with all these dark thoughts consuming me. You stole the love I deserved from our parents. You, the perfect child, who was never accused of anything.” The table was thrown away, papers scattered down on the floor, her hair went haywire from all the pulling.

And all you could do was cry and regret all your life that had passed; it had created so much misery and barbarous creature.

“Look at me” you shifted your eyes, not daring to lock eyes with her, for you would break if yes “LOOK AT ME” a sudden thump was heard and a tint of a reddish colour became visible on the white freckled canvas. She had slapped you, with all her power.

The skin contact on your skin shook you, literally, it left you breathless; even your hearing was deafened because of that. An eery sound peeped in your ears as you tried to grasp the moment. It bothered you; how easy it was for her to violate you and how easy you let her.

maybe because deep down… you knew how unfair everyone has treated her, including you. This was a sort of compensation to say from your side.

“I’m sorry” you said as you wiped the tears from your face, empathy spread along your features. “I’m sorry for always…” but then suddenly, as the world rotated 360 degrees something unconsciously shifted “framing you.” you smirked. “You were always the misconceived one, the shy and timid one. Everyone looked at you like an outcast while they looked at me like I was their saviour; an angel in disguise. It was so easy to blame my doings to you. You were always so gullible. But don’t worry honey I killed them myself. Your daughters were so” you breathed in pure satisfaction “so scared to see their twin aunt twist the heart out of their father and then both of them screamed in a so delighted agony that I haven’t felt in ages” you groaned at the sudden memory. “And they thought their own wife and mother killed them, ha, those idiots.”

“But don’t worry though, now you won’t ever get out of this hell” you giggled in triumph “but even if you do, the world will always see you as the monster who massacred its own family and me as their angel. That’s how it is sweetie pie. Enjoy your hell!” the chair screeched as you pushed it backwards and got up, ready to leave this muddy place.

You see, sometimes our eyes are conceived by beauty that we forget that roses have thorns that cut your skin if you touch them. But despite that, you are mesmerised by its beauty that you forget the pain indulged in you.

To be normally insane in a world where normalcy is considered a salvation, is suicidal. You will never be understood and they will label you and then put you to trash. You don’t belong here.

You are different therefore you are a psychopath who are up to no good.

Mimetism is the key to this world; it will open you many doors. However the price to this, is that you forget and lose yourself. Are you willing to accept that?

Careful you must be, if you choose not to, you’ll be sent in a void, empty ally filled with darkness. No way back. In the midst of all that humanity will be wary… when you look at the dark side, cautious you must be… for the dark side looks back. It will devour you whole.