Hopeless sailor

Life is changing and we change with it.

Life is like the music chairs.

Love, Happiness and Sadness are its chairs and when the music stops we are trying to sit on them. Some people sit together on the same chair, some other beside each other, some other to distant chairs, away from each other. We happened to sit to different chairs, but every day the music plays and stops, and we dont know to which chair we will sit next. Like when we were little children and we used to run happy, shouting and screaming. Now we run again, but not from Happiness. And Happiness is a chair that can be difficult occupied. Every time someone else has occupied that chair. And we run together around these feelings, like a carussel is going round and round, playing music in a Luna Park, full of people. And we, You and I, my Love, sat at first on these nice chairs. But the chairs break, my dear love, not all the chairs are strong. And we keep running, and trying to sit, and falling and beating and hurting ourselves. When something bleeds, has to stop bleeding. Not everyone can make it stop. Some other do it immediately, some other never manage it. Distance has never been a glass to be able to brake. This travel that is called distance has breaks of Happiness and Sadness, but our train all the time stops on the wrong stations. Who is the driver of this train, that has already broken brakes? Love, as they say, stays always, never loses, never hurts, just hopes. But Love has never been a permanent marker to stay, some time it loses its colour. Only a new marker can draw again, renew these lines of Love.

I have seen you standing on a fountain, wearing a blue dress, greeting you from far away, without knowing each other. And here we are again, drawing in this fountain. There is always a plan. Is ours? Is God' s plan? Everything is planned and drawed carefully and nicely. I dont know to where that train goes. To a wall, to an edge to the Hope. Because, my love, Hope and Faith are two chairs that you must be very blessed to make it to sit on them. For both are needed two, as they are two. Who sits on Hope and who on Faith?

We are given our life only once in this Life, and we all ended up making it a graveyard of lost hopes and desires. We have grabbed our life and we draw it from its hair. It is in pain, it bleeds, it vegetates.. It cries and wants to die. No one is wrong, no one is right. Life has been fair to us, has given us things, have given us nice presents which everyone would be jealous of, but these presents have never been common. We connive, because the only present in common we have been given apart from a new, shining, dying love, is blindness and deafness.

Like a small boat we fight in the waves, trying to save the least food that has remained in our storages. The Sea is deep, the Sky is far from us, and how will we be able to reach it since we have no wings? Ropes are holding us here, stuck on the ground, trying to cut them, but we dont reach them. When we managed to reach them, our knives werent strong enough. And if they used to be strong, now we dont reach each other s hands to collaborate.

Yes, I am thinking now and I see that distance is a glass, every day has been a glass. A glass of an unsoul monitor of a plastic mashine. That can die anytime, everything on this Earth is mortal. Some other die now, some other later. We see the Sun, welcoming the Moon. Behind the mountains only, over every single snowed edge can be found Love, Happiness, Hope and Passion. But we are still on these green grounds, trying to mow the died green nettle.. And it pains, my Love, when we touch it.. It pains...