~ Hopscotch ~

Walking through the beaches of life, I had an encounter with an obstacle, that at first, seemed inevitable. A Rock!

:Everything that happens, happens for a reason!

So, I stopped, observed, tried to understand why did that little object obliged me to stop on that ground that I so many times walked on.
I couldn't find a logic explanation, that would make me understand the deed of what happened.
I see myself just starring at that little insignificant thing... the thoughts, the choices devastated me, but nothing made me realize the objective of that little rock.
Walking home... in deep thought, the memory was the ally of the moment. I remembered that sometimes even the tinniest thorn makes us stop from a determinate walk. The detail of this, allows us to think about everything that decides our lives.
The daily run makes us sometimes lose track of what is really important. We allow our lives to be accumulated in pictures and memory that eventually will become a blur or will erode with time.
That little rock allowed me a reflexion; even tho being so little, it was sufficient to stop me from my objective, determinate and concrete walk... the walk of, living!
All the daily events aren't enough for a "learning", we have to realize that life is also made and created by little details, as small as that rock... (or even smaller)!
I walk on that same road, where the footprints from that event were erased by time...
... but not before picking up that rock and putting it on my pocket.
And when an important detail, one minimum event, will decide where I will be walking, and I don't realize it because I'm distracted... or maybe because of an unconscious conscience; the rock is with me... it allows me to travel through time and reminds me of my lesson.
I pick up the rock and I see all the suffering that I've carried on all the roads I've walked.
The rock works, as always, as an object of the soul... that stored everything.
Once again, we remember that the little rock is not allowing us - like a thorn stuck in your foot - to take the easiest way. The one of giving up, the one from the losers that are afraid of all types of pain.
I go on my knees and I pick up a bit of dirt... that has been walked on over millions of people, that has been kissed by the breeze of the wind, that has been bathed by the Summer sun...
... I listen to it's daily suffering... and I feel I can't give in, not like this, not without fighting.

* Life is like hopscotch. You throw rocks, you pick them up, you can play with someone or alone, you hop, you stand, sometimes you even fall... or fail... but in the end it's all about playing the game. *

~ I Need You ~

The world is not made by words. It's preserved by them, but not made of them.
How can we lie our mistakes in age, maturity, time, circumstance and love? When time is only one of the 11 dimensions and it's not linear.
We can bend it, reverse and alter time.
(and that should be the big issue...)
How can you whimper and say you love. If you think you might stifle me? If you don't mind me walking the road of wisdom in loneliness?
When you let me live to myself my goals and my failures?
Isn't love about growing together? Having some sort of support?
You are older, you should know this better than me.
There are times in life, where risking is just fine.
You are suppose to know, that there are people in your life that will remain in it forever. (Even if forever, doesn't last);
You should be the one holding me, not wanting me to leave.
And you do nothing of that. You treat me like "just another".
I am far from mad, I am disappointed... in me. For believing.
I love myself too much but I love you better.
If for you, the thought of me, takes away my pride.
I knew you wanted me since the first time I laid eyes on you.
You looked at me different from everyone else.
Everyone always thought of you as a snob... and that's how you treated them. You had the "peaceful" look, intelligent look, caring look but with me was different... So different...
There was this passion in your eyes...
...I could almost feel your heart beat.
It's like everything you said stabbed across my heart.
And every time we touched and kissed, it was more than just two bodies... and more like one soul.
Love renews itself. Does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always trusts, always hopes, always protects... it is always there.
Love is a beautiful idea. The dream of the conscious.
It's in your smile that lies my happiness. It's in your touch that lies my life. It is in your eyes that I seen my unborn child...
Without ever seeing you before, I would of painted you in my mind.
The most eloquent truth rises when I write of you. It's overwhelming.
I think of you and lose my breath, for an instant I remind my brain to breathe. You made "I Love You" more than three words.
It is you I look in the eyes and say it meaning it.
I want to be carried around on your shoulder.
It is you I want to jump on the back and be walked around.
It is you I want to kiss and for no reason just kick you in the butt.

It is you that brings fullness to my life... like I've never felt before.
When I look at you I see more than just an image. Or a person.
I see hope, I see love, I see a whole. I see an Idea.
You are everything I see, the fact I can fall in love again and again...
... makes me realize there will never be no other.
If for some reason our lives are not together,
No one will ever have all of me, I cannot compare.
I could never feel for anyone what I feel for you. For so many reasons.
Mainly, I would not have the strength. You are my aura.
I feel so proud of you... of what you are.... of what you've become.
Before if anyone would ask me what brings joy to your life, I wouldn't know. Or what makes me satisfied? I would think I was unquenchable.
But I do know now. It's more than discovering something... or writing a book... Or helping someone with no second intentions...
I love you not only entirely for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. You make me fulfilled, accomplished... [happy].
However, it is better to have loved and lost than never been loved.
I learned love isn't finding the perfect person, but seeing you perfectly.
"True stories don't have endings." (by Richard Bach)
Don't bother asking me why I love you.. Words would always fall short.
The truth is: I need you.