Number 34

Green door , with beautiful ornaments. The window is clean to perfection , the white curtains with yellow flowers are falling down gracefully with style, small light could be seen very far like a small star in the night sky. Passing by Number 34 would bring feelings of happiness and peace and that warm emotion of home and  warmheartedness which hardly could be found. Would you ask yourself who lives there? Or would you create your own image of perfect  home, is that even exist? All home are perfect with their small imperfections, or not! Your hand reaches the door and slowly  push the handle , begging to be open , begging to let you keep that feeling longer, begging to never let go. The smell of burnt candles mixed with a lavender soap reaches your nostrils. Please , your soul screams , let me be a little bit longer, let me feel , let me forget... The light coming from the kitchen  is  very low, the door is ajar and hardly allow you to see what is inside. The clear image of a happy couple sitting at the dining table , having a fabulous dinner , making jokes and savour of ecstasy blows your mind away from the reality. Walking slowly reaching the door , makes your skin to crawl , feeling of sickness rolling inside your stomach, your leeps are dry and you slowly licking  them.  That feeling of loss steadily coming back , and you know  it is time to open that last door , to enter that room which hopefully will unlock one world , a different world... It is time , and while you trying to get all the courage  that takes , the door opens itself  and hard explosion of feelings hits you in the face. You cannot  breathe, you cannot see, you trying to reach a stable place to hold yourself , different voices reaching through your thoughts. Screaming , someone shouts  , and then a silence, a deep horrific silence. The  fear still holds your body , your eyes are still close  , terrified to open them you finally make an attempt hopping that the spectacle  will not tear you in peaces.  The scene takes your breath away , your heart stops for a second and you are begging to exhaustion not to be real , to be just a dream..... The Room is empty , has always been , and always will be, empty space created from your own fears and hopes...

The walk

The city was dark with his untouchable sparks , and yet so easy to catch you in his web and keep you there for ever or till you as tired as marathon run. My eyes are red and feeling of infinity , suddenly touch my soul, and I am  drawn into the  deep. So many people around me , I can see, I can feel all  the thoughts around, all the good , all the cruelty that man can create .See that boy just got his girlfriend a present and holding her hand he is wondering if I am wearing a red knickers. That girl over there , dressed beautifully , getting in  the cab , thinking of excuse for her fiancé after spending a hour with a girl in a hotel room. The middle age women and her husband holding hands , smiling to their guests ,pretending how happy there without a sin after she find out his dark intimate experiences.  Or the wife and mother who are dreaming to be a designer but she loves her husband who don't kiss her anymore?  The masks we all wear are our protection  but yet our biggest enemy only because we are not Who we are. The truths is that we are always pretend to be whatever we are asked or expected to be , and I am her today the girl with perfect life who will marry the man of her dreams but yet she dreams about that hour in that hotel. Tomorrow I might be that boy or the lady who's heart is tearing with pain but yet she wear the mask that makes her secure or the mother who's dream is buried deeply in her soul and would never see a day light .And tomorrow I might be You. What are your dreaming off , what  your deepest fears and desires are?What makes your heart to jump , what makes your blood to explode in its veins? And yet what makes you to stay whatever you are , who told you to be what you are? I see You  , I feel You , I know you because I AM You  , You are Me, We are the man who betrayed his wife , his family but yet he is a perfect gentleman. We are the boy who swear to love that girl forever but second after that he was dreaming about other women' body. We are there dreamers, We are the sinners , and wet We are the angels too......