Dreams
Our anger cooled down, it became funny like the cause of it.
Riot lasted so shortly, so shortly that it was a shame rising it.
I knew. Nothing could replace her, the way she is, tolerant to all the things i would take from her, from her life.
So quickly, from the sloppy riot i returned to the hard temple of her love, like a calm refugee that never went too far from the gate.
Our lives are not alined. Together we created our own little comunity, our own universe where we give eachother whatever it is we are missing.
When i was in threat, i thought of her, encouraging myself from her imaginary presence.
When i had a hard time, i mentioned her name, as if it was in some prayer, finding relief.
When i felt happiness, i ran to her to share it with her. gratefull to her as if it was her own.
A good friend, beautiful human being. Even if she had flaws, i wouldn't notice them. I need her to stay perfect, like she always has been.
I decrease my value infront of her, so she would be greater, and myself with her.
She fills my lost, so i get more than i deserve. My wishes were foggy and scattered in one name, one figure, more real like the one from my greater fantasies.
Powerless infront of people and the world, yet significant infront of her fortress, more worthy than all of them.
Restless to the insecurity of everything, I'm sure to love.
This figure, my whole world.
Needed to ask me simple things, yet to expect impossible. To feel delight and outrage, to thank and to scold.Always aware that without her my dreams were too heavy, hope without roots, no joy of life.
And then whenever i opened my eyes, i was returning to her. She was a quiet harbour in which peace i came broken with despair but happy i was coming back.
