The response has been grasped by the hands, that have been awaiting down there…ready to catch…never worry for the catcher is always here…and the words are same wise and make sense…as always…and better listened to in endless loops…for the real meaning comes for those who trying hard…and eventually…we do grasp them…If you become more careful…it won’t be you any more…if you become less open…it will be someone else, not you…if you will go away to sit in silence…next time you’ll get the same scream…never do neither of those…for it is not your turn to change…I ask you of this one thing and wish to see you granting…your words should be true to yourself – we should not change for others…so when you do things…don’t do them other ways, then your ways…
Imagine…for this one time…the place …the cabin in the woods…the fireplace…and a scent of conifers…imagine for this only moment…two sitting…talking…in calm and content…no emotions…just a good meaning full talk…much needed…
There was never need for the answers…those were never the questions…but good old magic tricks of rhetoric, that escaped from her cage and attempted to find the exit…out doors…for the grasp of fresh air…to help in holding her breath for longer periods…speaking to oneself…so to speak…isn’t it ironic that the moment we start to trust enough…the trustee gets to soak wet by the rain of shared truths…and I’m truly sorry for the umbrella being left at home…it must be this rain that blocked the view and re-wrote the sign…the alternative is clear for we are not being lost in forest…and step we will to the different tune…for this is the noble wish…one of those to be granted…Never worry of the howls…they are not half as scary to the one with brave heart, as they seemed to be to the other one …but what will be missed are those respects of another…the views that never get to see the light of the illogical logic…I wonder if you ever let me see your side of the coin…I’ve been nothing, but honest with you. I wonder can you return a favour…I sense there are lessons for me in store and being diligent pupil, I wish to learn them…if you wish to teach me, that is…You feel the need to be careful…and this is not right…and rings the bell of the certain things that are wrong…when one feels the limits of full care, isn’t it a sign that points to the fire escape?…I’ve got a suggestion: lets stay the optimists…lets smile to each day…sing new tunes…and plant new trees…and write new words…be they to each other or to the anywhere else…