Once upon a time, in a cold morning, someone was walking on the street. A
stranger.
Myself.
I was looking at the ground, blinded by
my own closed mind, stucked upon
my own thoughts,
my questionable feeligs and doubted concerns. Lost inside this foggy madness, I happenned to notice a pair of feet, not too far from where I stood.
I raised
my head.
My neck was hurting, dragged by the weight of
my worldly problems. But I didn't care at that time. Because when I saw
him I forgot anything about myself for a couple of seconds.
A young boy. A teenager, just like me. He did not realise I was looking and I was thankful for that. Yet, I continued to bserve him quietly.
He was somehow different from the rest. The way
his feet were carefuly touching the ground, like he was frightened not to hurt it. The way
his slender body was curling up in the air, creating a harmonious sculpture. The way
his two bare hands were meeting the cold outside and greeting silently.
His fingers, strong yet sensitive - hurt by a strong hit, meaning something was upseting
him.
But he looked calm, loving.
He turned
his head and
our eyes met for the first time. Blue eyes. Deep as an ocean, and still, cold as ice. I saw sadness, despite his gentle smile when he saw me.
I bet he thought I was weird and scary. Examing him and trembling with curiosity about this
stranger.
He fascinated
me. I wish I could touch
his hand, greet him with warmth to make sure
he's real. I wish I could freeze that moment in time and stare into
his unshared soul. I wanted to heal him through myself, if
he was willing to accept me. To share an eternity getting to know
him, the one that no one else knows, untained by words of reckless humans. Discover
his depth and drown into the misteries of this stranger's oasis.
Not knowing his name, nor the sound of his voice, his native language or family. Just
him. Bare spirit and beauty.
It started snowing. Large, white flakes, melted by my breath, fell, turned into water.
I looked away.
He seemed amused, not knowing my thoughts. Then, attracted by
his obscure existence, I fixed my eyes into his; shy, but hungry for more.
The ice melted,
my scars opened to be bleeding wounds and
he noticed.
My pain.
My mortal enemy and precious friend.
He made a step toward
me. It was so unnatural for
me to see him move. Then, he grabbed
my hand;
I still don't know why.
I opened my eyes. The hostital rom seemed too bright. It was late March. I took a deep breath and saw him fade away. Next to me, an old man turned his head and smiled. "Thank you",
he said.
He then grabbed my arm, carefuly, with a grace I knew I saw before.
"It is because
I wanted to heal you too."
K.
