Once I had a very best friend.
We turned away from the world and its demands before the world could turn against us. In clouds of smoke we listened to electric guitars en classic pianos, we put on mascara on each others eye lashes and danced to inaudible classical music on summer evenings next to a high way.
An invisible and strong string connected us, like a navel cord. It was so easy to inhale beauty together and exhale it on all the dark obscurity of our teen years. We fed ourselves with Aristotle and colorful dresses fresh from the store. We discussed poems with the same ease as the latest gossip.
We wrote long letters almost every day, created different layers in our communication. God it was rich… Such a strong feeling. Of course we had read somewhere that impermanence is inevitable, but we never felt that– we were too young. Moreover, if you don’t feel it, it’s not real – yet. We had plans. Full of promises they were slumbering under the surface. Great formless ideas, that were supported by a striking innocence. Shining through in all our actions.
Still, everything turned out differently. The words of wisdom were right and we know now that all things of value are infact defenseless and naked.
Tonight Youtube suggested me to listen to a song. Suddenly I was back in time and I heard a faraway voice plead for me to stay.
I still went…
Sometimes I think, did I actually ever leave? Oh the inner world… Physically I left, mentally I left. But what remained was still beautiful. That beauty is everywhere inside of me.
I believe we don’t have to talk in real life to have a deep spiritual connection. It’s just there, forever and ever. Defenseless and naked.