You know .. sometimes .. one just feels suddenly lonely.
You know .. sometimes .. one just feels suddenly sad.
You know .. sometimes .. one just feels suddenly crying ……
Yeah, that’s what I feel sometimes, especially during this month.
I think I need someone who can watch over me, who cares about me … someone who loves me.
Somehow, when I just look at the book of life, I see many many pages that can be understood only in certain times, oh I realize that now more than anytime else.
Life pages, include more than thoughts and feelings, life pages are live all the time, available for you to just look at and stare with astonishment.
Can you imagine … a yellow flower with this fantastic aroma.
Can you imagine … a beautiful girl with this marvelous young eyes.
Can you imagine … me … with my thoughts and feelings.
The difference is that yellow flowers can present aroma to life, and contribute to its beauty, and beautiful young girls contribute by their spiritual joys and laughs.
Me … … … can I contribute, alone, to life with anything ??
There is this scene .. that I many times picture in my mind .. that I would like to share ..
It’s about that man, black hair, brown eyes, sweating smiling face, yet fatigue, his eyes are always full of hope, his heart lives somewhere else, sometimes, he looks at the sky from amidst all the workers in this coal mine …
Not rich, barely finds what he eats, he sometimes sit with his co-workers after hours of work to drink or breathe … all of them are so tired, some are angry .. mad about this fate, or say luck.
From whilst this dark scene that everyone of them is living in, comes his voice, uttering upon their ears … some words, or a story … full of beautiful meanings and lovely pictures.
He may have lived those scenes that he tells, or maybe it’s just his mind direct talks.
He loves what he does, he enriches his happiness when he sees all the frowns on his men eyes going away, and instead their smiles and joys appearing.
When finished … workers get back to work as if it’s a new morning, refreshed, relaxed and clean.
He loves music, but he can’t play it … all his music is in his heart, the most beautiful, affectionate tones and rhymes, he plays them all, in his inside, his green country … his heart.
His only pain .. is that he wants to show that beauty to someone … he wants to invite a life mate into this green country, but, for what sorrow is all about, he yet didn’t catch upon a worthy mate.
While he is hitting the big coal rocky formations with his axe, and while his sweat drops, crystally flies away … and while his eyes glows with pain, hope … and love wait.
Appears her …
From behind … behind all the horizons his eyes can catch to reach. He flew down into imaginations … forgetting his axe, his tired body and the whole coal mine. He translated the prospect totally, the scene now is only her.
She walks as if on the sea, delicate as if on flowers, slow as if a bride, smiling as if in a paradise.
He stood up, threw away what his hand was busy with, stretched his wide body and took a sigh of a land finder lost in the sea.
His sigh … ended up with a thin voice, vanished with a head leaned with a teared eye.
He realized the black … coal mine scene back again.
She … whilst walking across the mine opened … gate! … to her, the eyes were focused on the fortress hero … the true man … the brown eyes of the mine mate.
She … stopped … when she glanced his leaning tearing eyes … her heart started right away! … to tear down, sending rivers of waters to her lovely green wide eyes.
He … lining his face … relaxing his arms besides his body … stood there with silence.
She … calming down … holding a hand with the other … up to the heart spot … and then slowly relaxing them in the same way he did.
The more than many feet distance … was not able to block their silent conversation … their eye talks and hearty speeches.
The secret conversing ended in a life agreement, of sharing their green countries with a river of love in the middle.
Hmmmm … … …
Is it that hard to actualize an inside image on an outside happy piece of years …. ????
People who are meant to meet … will meet. People who are meant to love … will love.
Those who don’t believe … have to believe …
For one day … Proof will reveal …
That life is … love.
