Today I write about the passion burning inside me; about the longing to dance abandoned four years ago and replaced with a TV screen while my feet were secretly moving under the couch; about the golden skin of a man; about the beaches I’ve never seen and the waters I’ve never touched; about the cologne that caused me fever on the street and the eyes behind those sunglasses; about the burning smile I received while passing by; about the hands I’ve been seeing in my dreams while my nights were gradually turning into birds screaming in the velvet sky; about all the shooting stars I’ve caught to whisper my wishes; about the moons I’ve captured in my spells for happiness; about the flavour of my sangria telling stories from afar; about my only treasure which I can kiss each day and it's keeping me alive but I’m a heretic for still hoping to be kissed too; about all the songs I never sang and dances I sacrificed; about all the dates I’ll never have and those which are still to come… Because I know, I do know there is much more ahead and life will go on, and the sun will rise bright and warm tomorrow and will put a smile on my face. I’ll dance again and soon. I’ll be at a beach I never knew with someone’s burning smile and cuddle in golden hands. I’ll love and love is not gone forever. She is always around me - a silky touch in my mornings when my eyes are still carrying the lust of the dark. A painful memory, yet sweet in its bitterness. A dream of impossible, yet forthcoming meetings. A bliss, writing affirmations on my toilet mirror. My bronze lipstick and my gypsy scarf in the summer wind. My hidden self, my inspiration, my belief that all is within a reach of my hands. Because the world is mine, I can feel it between my fingers like the sand I’ll lie on in just ... so soon. Not a vacation I need but a waterfall of rainbows to wash away the past.
I’m writing today about all those who thought they were devoting themselves while building their own prisons. About the traps we create with cunning hands and readily enter full of ideals. About the lies we accept gladly and excuse generously. About others’ lives we support while swallowing our passions and clenching fists when the pain threatens to tear our skin, secretly praying to be touched by something extraordinary. And it comes. One day it surely comes and we just need to wish big, to dream and allow ourselves to get lost in dreaming. Not feel guilty for the five minutes we spend in another world with a different reality. There is always a choice and more than one way to live our lives. The question is if we dare to see it. The door is always open but do we enter? I do. Today I’m stopping the time and standing against the way it played with me for a while. I turn the cycle and the flow of the river that has been drawing me back and my sails are bright and pregnant with wind. There is a whole new horizon ahead. A bright new world. A promise so big that makes me dizzy. A hug so warm that my skin burns. Eyes so dark that my worries are lost in a coffee shared on a hot summer morning. I sail ahead and my fears die with each wave I leave behind. I may never see land again but I won't know if I don’t take the chance.
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